New Low

I wanna ride this feeling into the night, I wanna see how far
Nights are fleeting, you know they are
I wanna see if we can take this from flame to fire
Heat is fleeting but hearts are beating hard

Out in the streets three times this week
New threats, new lows
If this gets us to our feet and grows, who knows?

Hey, did you stand on the sidelines, I didn't show up
How did you sleep so long?
How many hours til doubt moves on?
And while we wait in our house slippers
And read about the war
Boiling over, coming under the door

Out in the streets three times this week
New threats, new lows
If this gets us to our feet and grows, who knows?

Ba ba ba ba, new lows
Ba ba ba ba, will rise
Ba ba ba ba, to new heights

Look, look, look, look, look at your feet, it's a grey area
Somewhere in the fine print buried deep, it's a grey area
Where all the excuses come to meet, it's a grey area
School's betting on fossil fuel, black and white

Out in the streets three times this week
New threats, new lows
If this gets us to our feet and grows, who knows?