Bakery Afterhours

(tick-tick) Behind the bakery counter after closing

We laugh too loud and then we go quiet

Your concert wristband is still showing Static on the radio,

starting a riot

Just one spark is all it takes

No more room for our mistakes (shhh) We are the rhythm of

the late shift grind

Leaving every single doubt behind

We don't sleep, we just chase the beat

Running wild through the summer heat

(hey,

hey, go)

We lock the door and we turn off the lights

Wristband glowing in the midnight glow

Another shift, but we own the night Ready or not,

here we go