We are but living
On a slice of bread and coffee beans
We are but treading
The water by the pier

We have but twenty-one
Lonely years between us
It seems that it's easier
To your pocket from this height

We don't know the cost of living here
All we care about is whether our hands will grow

Warm was the summer sun
That brought our worlds together
Colder was the winter grey
Where we honed our shifty craft

We are but wanting
To stay this tall forever
Brother, we'll be alright
As long as we're together

We don't know the cost of living here
All we care about is whether our hands will grow
The copper is coming
So we'll hide in our corner
And waste away the hours
But what happens when
We're bigger than now
We'll leave the streets behind
I don't wanna leave the streets behind
I don't wanna leave

Long, these eleven years
That tore our worlds away
Cold the golden badge
You wear across your chest

Though we are older now
We'll always be the legends
Of sticky hands, and faster legs
Oh, how we ruled the pier

We don't know the cost of living here
All we care about is whether our hands will grow