Boring is the new black,   The citys slick with slack  I must advance the track  Climb the bricks to kiss your back.  I have to testify  I've suspected this for quite some time:  It's time to cut our ties,   Like well-advised samurais.    We will be wrong and rare  In the space between millionaires;   So many ways to whisper  "lets get out of here."  We don't need radio  To tell us what we know we know:  "the timbers are on fire!"  Now, we raise the roofbeams higher!     Captain, I'm tired  Sister, I'm on fire  There's silence in the choirs  Revolution in the wires    (heres a quick summary  If you haven't followed me:  Signora, be my signatory.  Take my hand on the second story  Hurry your mouth to mine!)  Illuminated and aligned,   Our hearts are pines  And theirs are turpentine!     Captain, I'm tired  Sister, I'm on fire  There's silence in the choirs  Revolution in the wires  Captain, I remain  Sister, I maintain  There's science in the choirs  Revolution in the wires    There's silence in the choirs  Revolution in the wires  Captain, I retire!     There's silence in the choirs  Revolution in the wires