New Years

Lyrics

We move slow, we move slow Feel this cold, feel this cold Turning heads with our swift retreat Out of the city Moves these frames, moves these legs Rearrange a subtle change Make it fit so you won't feel Won't feel bored of it Won't feel bored of it Coming after you Lover come grab your guns I know that you want some Maps in flames, I'll follow you While you lead the way Coming after you You, you, you, you, you, you