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

Move these frames, move these legs
Re-arrange with subtle change
Make it fit so you won't feel
Won't feel bored of it
Won't feel bored of it

I'm 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

I'm coming after you