Liquid Lines

(hmmm-mm-mmm) Under the gold and the grey

We find a way through the haze

No matter what they might say

We keep our eyes on the page

Late night driving, windows halfway down

Lost in thoughts of how we built this town

From the concrete dust to the modern sound

Never let the heavy weight drag us down

I feel the lift inside the beat We rise above the crowded

street (yeah)

Under the gold and the grey

We find a way through the haze

No matter what they might say

We keep our eyes on the page

We don't fit inside the lines they draw

Stayed awake and overcame it all

Now we're standing tall above the wall

Yeah, we're answering the higher call

Through the haze... (hmmm-mm-mmm)