Through the streets
We run with bruised knees
The kids come home before it's dark

With fake bullets and plastic guns
That's how we begin
Hunting for the sun
Hunting for the sun
Hunting of the bit we run
Hunting for the sun

Through the dark
We run with flashlights
Temptation drives us
To search for delusion

Where pillows are soft
And we live in the game
Although we change we still stay the same
Only toy guns are aimed and the kids stay safe

Where pillows are soft
And we live in the game
Although we change we still stay the same
Only toy guns are aimed and the kids are safe
Where pillows are soft
And we live in the game
Although we change we still stay the same
Where pillows are soft
And we live in the game
Toy guns are aimed the kids are safe

Where pillows are soft
And we live in the game
Although we change we still stay the same
Pillows are soft and we live in the game
Only toy guns are aimed the kids stay safe

Of the bit we run
Hunting for the sun
Until it's dark
Hunting for the sun