Electric Midnight New Year

Whoa. Whoa. Yeah. The city sleeps, but we wide

awake. We got a promise that we'll never break. From the ashes

of the year before, we're kicking down the open door. Can you hear

it? The sound of the change. Everything is new, but it feels

so strange in a good way. Pulse is racing, blood is running

hot, giving everything that we have got. Hold your breath, watch the colors

fly. We are painting up the midnight sky. We are the

spark, we are the fire, taking it higher, taking it higher.