Ride - Kensington

Come on and ride.

We ought to leave it We ought to say goodbye

To all the tides

To all we needed

We cover up our scars no more

Come on and ride

We got to see it We got to know this time

That all our lives

Were meant to be and

We’ll be going and over and over and.

We are coming home

To make the grey

The colorful

The colorful

Come on and rise

We ought to leave it We ought to say goodbye

And all our minds

Have all the reason

To be going and over and over

But we, are coming home

To make the grey, the colorful

And we, are going on,

To get what we came here for

And we, are going on,

To get what we came here for

To get what we came here for

Holding on time

Nowhere to hide away

Holding on time

Nowhere to hide, over and over

Holding on time

Holding on time

Nowhere to hide, over and over

But we,

Are coming home

To make the grey, the colorful

And we are going on,

To get what we came here for

To get what we came here for