Running wild and running free Two kids, you and me
Running wild and running free
Two kids, you and me
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Look up here, man, I’m in danger
I’ve got nothing left to lose
There's things I don't ask
What I don't know can't hurt me
I'm loving the colorway
Surrounding your colored eyes
I know I'm not the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
I’m so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough
Muzyka rockowa dostając się w źle uszy mogła by się stać inspiracja zbrodni
As long as you’re mine
I want your love
And I don't need no explanation
Cause baby, you're the boss at home
The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.