the pistons have grown silent and my friends are long gone just who the hell do you think you are have you ever built a thing this used to be my city this used to be my town now everyone s a stranger will hell mend you now this used to be my dear green place this used to be mine i remember music i remember it was warm and everyone was smiling and spinning round and round and she wore a white dress the white ribbon in her hair spinning as she pirouettes i can t remember her face this used to be my dear green place well thank god for the good days