From Here Songtext
von Firestations

It was a plastic and upland city
A kind of showroom chic
You feel guilt and you can′t be proud
When you're too busy being me
Can′t find a place to rest your bones
So they're just sticking through

The face looked out of place
In the race it wasn't entered into

The face looked out of place
In the race it wasn′t entered into


If you come from here
You can only belong here
If you come from here
You′re a son
And I'm a daughter
Is that enough
To know what you′re after?

Leave the bricks
Leave the mortar
Hold the spurs
And get to see how it was made

If you come from here
You can only belong here
If you come from here