[Verse 1]
Midnight on the pavement, sneakers on the asphalt
Running out of reasons why it's always gotta be my fault
Flicking off a switch, lighting up a quiet alleyway
Got a pocket full of copper, trying to turn it gold today
Overthinking every single second of the narrative
Looking for a quick fix, chasing down a relative peace
Never gonna compromise, floating on a beat
Got the rhythm in my chest, pounding on the concrete
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it down, three, two, one, ready or not
Turning up the temperature, taking my shot
Spinning in a circle till the static clears out
Everybody listen what we talking about
[Chorus]
We are live from the edge of the morning light
Turning low frequencies to something bright
Fast line, high drive, running on momentum now
Indie pop rhythm with a heavy kick sound
Yeah we don't hold back, taking up space
Speeding up the cadence till we win this race
[Verse 2]
Double-time, step back, look at where the canvas goes
Blending up the genre lines, everybody knows
Got an alternative state of mind, sharp like a razor blade
Walking through the city in the shadow of the barricade
Kick back, snare snap, rolling off the tongue
Writing all the anthems while the night is young
Never looking backwards, jumping off the deep end
Making every single second feel like the weekend
[Outro]
Fast pace, clear trace, fading out slow
Keep the rhythm moving everywhere we go
Just an indie pop anthem in a high-speed rush
Turn the static into gold with a light touch