Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt Hands of a fortune teller's son Young love shakin' the earth Like a heart shot out of a gun Lips like gravity pull me under Reckless weather on his breath Smells like rain, hits like thunder Storm is comin', I got nothin' 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 doing what you shouldn'ts half the fun So we run Fire and laughter, fence posts flyin' Feel the fever in the air Can't remember what came before him And 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 But 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 Old enough and should know better But doin' what you shouldn'ts half the fun So we run I hear the lever on his voice, it's a callin' not a choice And I can't keep myself from followin' the sound Yeah, you may never know how fast that 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, yeah © DIRKPIT MUSIC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; JENNIFER NETTLES PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com