Running With The Boys

We were kind of feral

Wicked little machines, captains and cavalries

Forming empires in the shade of the trees

Without hesitation

Kings of the forest town, holding the ocean down,

We were half this heavy and twice this loud

So turn up the noise

Dress to the nines

Running with the boys

Your hand in mine

Singing every song, loving every line

'Til the night is gone

Just like the old times

Was what you made it

We had our friends around, all the images and sounds

superimposed into all the backgrounds

Used to be clumsy

Lost in a thousand ways, captivated by the craze,

Those were hands down my favorite days.

So turn up the noise

Dress to the nines

Running with the boys

Your hand in mine

Singing every song, loving every line

'Til the night is gone

Just like the old times

Suspicion wasn’t in our heads,

It was only underneath the beds

Saline eyes didn’t have to hide

They were always open way too wide

So turn up the noise

Dress to the nines

Running with the boys

Your hand in mine

Singing every song, loving every line

'Til the night is gone

Just like the old times

Just like the old times

Again just the like the old times

We're gonna have it all