C Footsteps F echo through C hallways.
G Beneath the neon Am lighting, F everyone looks G sick.
C We sit F on a rusty C staircase.
G You write your name with Am lipstick on the F rail near the G wall.
F What do you think about me G now, that I've fallen down?
Verse 2:
Watching the crowds on the sidewalks.
A steady hum of nothing is all that fills the air.
And we sit on a nearby rooftop.
It overflows with pigeons, and we idly scare them off.
But what do you think about me now, that I've fallen down?
Electric President
