Sunset Riot

Sun-bleached asphalt under our feet Pushing past the quiet of the street

Grab your board and leave it all behind Nothing but the horizon

on our mind

We

are running out of time Chasing down the perfect line (whoa-oh-oh) Underneath

the golden light We'll be flying through the night

Broken curbstones and rusted rails Every scratch is telling old tales We

don't look back to see the dust we raise Living inside these

fast-forward days

We

are running out of time Chasing down the perfect line

(whoa-oh-oh) Underneath the golden light We'll be flying through the night

No tomorrow, just today

(go! go! go!) No tomorrow,

just today

(hey!) Chasing down the golden light!