Lyrics to March Into The Sun
Hey, oh. Hey, oh. Hey, oh. Hey, oh.
This is not the end.
There's no apocalypse.
And all those kids, were full of it.
I got your hand in my hand.
No drinks inside.
It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.
With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.
Hey, oh. Hey, oh.
When Monday comes, it's ringing in your head.
And these battle drums, in a world that's bent.
I got your hand in my hand.
No drinks inside.
It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.
With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.
(March into the sun, march into the sun, march into the sun...)
With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.
With hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.
Hey, oh. Hey, oh. Hey, oh. Hey, oh.
This is not the end.
There's no apocalypse.
And all those kids, were full of it.
I got your hand in my hand.
No drinks inside.
It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.
With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.
Hey, oh. Hey, oh.
When Monday comes, it's ringing in your head.
And these battle drums, in a world that's bent.
I got your hand in my hand.
No drinks inside.
It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.
With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.
(March into the sun, march into the sun, march into the sun...)
With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.
With hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.
Hey, oh. Hey, oh. Hey, oh. Hey, oh.
Songwriters: JEFFERY DAVID SIEROTA, TOM LEONARD, NOAH JEFFERY SIEROTA, SYDNEY GRACE ANN SIEROTA, GRAHAM JEFFERY SIEROTA, JAMIE
Publisher: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
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