Gather round, gather round
Gents and ladies far
The unruly, truly quite bizzare
We're the heat, we're the guns
Shootin' for the stars
Fire rogues, yeah you're free
Yeah, it's who you are
We've been marked, we've been marked as a grinding threat
To the rustic gears of establishment
We are where the bandits and romantics met
At the dance of a pained and a proud movement
You were born, you were born of the sunlight's dust
With your hands on the wheel and a steady trust
Shining soul, in the shade
Don't you give to rust
You're a lighthouse of love in the mist of lust
I know it hurts, hurts, hurts
(I know it hurts, hurts, hurts)
I know the pain, pain, pain
(I know the pain, pain, pain)
You're so alone, lone, lone
(You're so alone, lone, lone)
So far away, way, way
(So far away, way, way)
(And they rush, rush, rush)
We are momentum, momentum!
(And they chase, chase, chase)
We are momentum, momentum!
(And they rush, rush, rush)
We are momentum, momentum!
(And they chase, chase, chase)
We are momentum, momentum!
(And they rush, rush, rush)
We are momentum, momentum!
(And they chase, chase, chase)
We are momentum, momentum!
(And they rush, rush, rush)
We are momentum, momentum!
(And they chase, chase, chase)
We are momentum, momentum!