I step into dead office park
Broadcast from beige-colored baseboard
And it's never ever been so hot
In the uneven concrete cradle

I step into dead office park
That color signifies something
Fall asleep, safe in doctor's chair
And I haven't felt this way in a long time

I slide into dead office park
Time stops, Sun smiles
I am seized with the feeling of repetition
I am seized with the feeling of endless rows
And flagrant variation
Pull this place down and I will go
Pull this place down and I will go

Time stops, Sun screams
Not the kind of place they ask you to leave
Front desk people have all gone
They do not look up
I have tried to strip away extraneous things
Till the air in the concrete sings
But pull this place down and I will go

'Cause I haven't felt this way in a long time