мрак Thunder in the Cheap Seats

Back row—make some noise!

Top floor ticket, pillar in the way
Couldn't see the hero, heard every note they played
We had two coins and a secondhand dream
But the roof knew our names when we started to scream

Gold seats glitter, front rows sleep
Real storms gather where the prices stay cheap

There's thunder in the cheap seats
Rolling under every heartbeat
Thunder in the cheap seats
Shake the concrete under our feet
Hey! Let the bright stage hear the backstreet
There's thunder in the cheap seats

I stood on the railing in a torn black coat
He beat the rhythm on a paper cup note
Every overlooked kid joined the sound
A little high up, but we shook the ground

Gold seats glitter, front rows sleep
Real storms gather where the prices stay cheap

There's thunder in the cheap seats
Rolling under every heartbeat
Thunder in the cheap seats
Shake the concrete under our feet

Back row! Stand tall!
One voice! Shake all!
No spotlight, no retreat
Thunder in the cheap seats

There's thunder in the cheap seats
Rolling under every heartbeat

We heard you