A HYDRO-FIELD CUTS THROUGH MY NEIGHBORHOOD

SOMEHOW THAT ALWAYS JUST MADE ME FEEL GOOD

I CAN PUT A SPARE BULB IN MY HAND

AND LIGHT UP MY YARD

LATE AT NIGHT WHEN THE WIRES IN THE WALLS

SING IN TUNE WITH THE DIN OF THE FALLS

I´M CONDUCTING IT ALL WHILE I SLEEP

TO LIGHT THIS WHOLE TOWN

IF YOU QUESITON WHAT I WOULD DO

TO GET OVER AND BE WITH YOU

LIFT YOU UP OVER EVERYTHING

TO LIGHT UP MY ROOM, MY ROOM

THERE´S A SHOPPING CART IN THE RAVINE

THE FOAM ON THE CREEK IS LIKE POP AND ICE CREAM

A FIELD FULL OF TIRES THAT IS ALWAYS ON FIRE

TO LIGHT MY WAY HOME

THERE ARE LUXURIES WE CAN´T AFFORD

BUT IN OUR HOUSE WE NEVER GET BORED

CAUSE WE CAN DANCE TO THE RADIO STATION

THAT PLAYS IN OUR TEETH

IF YOU QUESITON WHAT I WOULD DO

TO GET OVER AND BE WITH YOU

LIFT YOU UP OVER EVERYTHING

TO LIGHT UP MY ROOM, MY ROOM

A HYDRO-FIELD CUTS THROUGH MY NEIGHBORHOOD

SOMEHOW THAT ALWAYS JUST MADE ME FEEL GOOD

I CAN PUT A SPARE BULB IN MY HAND

AND LIGHT UP MY YARD

LIGHT UP MY YARD

LIGHTS IN MY YARD

LIGHT UP MY YARD,