New Years

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