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.