Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt
Hands of a fortune tellers son
Young love, shaking the earth
Like a heart shot out of a gun
Lips like gravity, pull me under
Reckless weather on his breath
Smells like rain, it hits like thunder
A Storm is coming and I've got nothing left
So we run, yeah, yeah, yeah, we run
Come undone, like a string on a sweater
That you pull but you know better
But doin what you shouldn't is half the fun
So we run
Fire and laughter, fencepost flying
Feel the fever in the air
Can't remember what comes before him
What comes after I don't care
Hands are tremblin, swore I wouldn't
One more look and I'll give in
Hundred reasons why I shouldn't
I lost my heart and wanted him to win
So we run, yeah, yeah, yeah, we run
Come undone, like a string on a sweater
Holdin up and should know better
But doin what you shouldn't's have the fun
So we run
Na, na, na, na, Na, na, na, na, Na, na, na ,na
I hear the leather on his voice
It's a calling not a choice
I can't keep myself from following the sound
Yeah, you never know, how fast you can go
Till someone lifts your feet up off the ground
So we run, yeah, yeah, yeah, we run
Come undone, yeah, yeah, yeah, undone
So we run, yeah, yeah, yeah, we run
So we run, yeah, yeah, yeah, we run
Na, na, na, na, Na, na, na, na, Na, na, na, na, Na, na, na, na (na,na until end. Fade away)