Morning dawn
Golden mellow moon is gone
Yellow sun
Sets you
Under the gun

Whatever we choose
We probably wouldn't change
However it might have ended
It'd probably still be this strange
The soft beat
Of our feet
Under the gun
All of those rules and plans
Dout the last romantic chance
While no one stands up their discontents
Its best
Left unsaid
Under the gun

Everyone
Under the gun
On hot-coal hunch