In my sea of colour I am soaring And I am living In the planes of concrete There are voices We give them meaning Up on the hill and inside the basements The life of the town all lies underground Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side But nobody hears the echoing sounds Up on the hill and inside the basements Traditions are buried under concrete We all enjoy our lives on the surface But don't spare a thought for those so discrete In my fields of colour I am wondering And I living Push for voices unheard Amplify them Give them meaning Up on the hill and inside the basements The life of the town all lies underground Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side But nobody hears the echoing sounds Up on the hill and inside the basements Traditions are buried under concrete We all enjoy our lives on the surface But don't spare a thought for those so discrete Up on the hill and inside the basements The life of the town all lies underground Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side But nobody hears the echoing sounds Up on the hill and inside the basements Traditions are buried under concrete We all enjoy our lives on the surface But don't spare a thought for those so discrete