Lyrics

No time to waste away as part of this platoon. There are dance hall cats just minutes from the bay. Only this time around we'll separate ourselves from empty politics and dream our little dream for free. Under the gun, what does it take to throw back these constant measures?

I hope you're feeling it too.
Im sensing Something New.
I think its late. It must be time
Because when the sun comes through the window,
I swear I hope to see you by my side.

Who wants to pay for all the worthless light they take by painting all the windows indigo? Only we know how to draft the bill of rights to guide our happiness and redesign our day till we get it right. Under the gun, what does it take to hold back these constant pressures?

I hope you're feeling it too.
Im sensing Something New.
I think its late. It must be time
Because when the sun comes through the window,
I swear I hope to see you by my side.

Each day they give me what I need to stay awake and the kind of stare that stains but no one sees. I find it strange how well I notice that we change ourselves to fit ourselves. I am the captain and the sea. Under the gun, what does it take to throw back these constant measures?

I hope you're feeling it too.
Im sensing Something New.
I think its late. It must be time
Because when the sun comes through the window,
I swear I hope to see you by my side.