Old Yellow Bricks

Old, yellow bricks.
They hold me hostage,
In a city that's always asleep.
Always.

No hostages escape the old, yellow bricks.
We are fugitives.
We don't even know whats coming.
Who wants to be in a city that never wakes up?

I'm at a loss.
They want to be here,
In the city that never wakes up.
So i might stay too.