Icona Pop
Lyricist: Fransisca Hall Composer: Rogers
Got a horseshoe in my pocket
And my hands are full of gold
My heart's racing like a rocket,
Wind it up and watch it go
We'll be ruling in the sunlight
Like we're pharaohs on the throne
We'll be dancing in the moonlight,
Dancing all the way back home
They're coming home at last
They're coming home again
They're coming home at last
They're coming home again
They're coming home at last
They're coming home again
They're coming home again
Skies open, where we going
It's in the stars, it's who we are
Don't you worry about the morning
It's in the stars, it's who we are
We're blowing up, blowing up the door
Blowing up, blowing up, we are
Blowing up, blowing up the door, yeah
Skies open, where we going
It's in the stars, it's who we are
Got a picture in my locket
And it's banging on my chest
My last running like a fosil
And it never ever ends
We'll be ruling in the sunlight
Like we're pharaohs on the throne
We'll be dancing in the moonlight,
Dancing all the way back home
They're coming home at last
They're coming home again
They're coming home at last
They're coming home again
They're coming home at last
They're coming home again
They're coming home again
Skies open, where we going
It's in the stars, it's who we are
Don't you worry about the morning
It's in the stars, it's who we are
We're blowing up, blowing up the door
Blowing up, blowing up, we are
Blowing up, blowing up the door, yeah
Skies open, where we going
It's in the stars, it's who we are
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Skies open, where we going
It's in the stars, it's who we are
Don't you worry about the morning
It's in the stars, it's who we are
We're blowing up, blowing up the door
Blowing up, blowing up, we are
Blowing up, blowing up the door, yeah
Skies open, where we going
It's in the stars, it's who we are
Yeah yeah yeah