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