Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt   Hands of a fortune teller's 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, hits like thunder   a storm is coming, 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 doing what you shouldn't's half the fun, so we run      fire and laughter, fence post flying   feel the fever in the air   can't remember what came before him   and waht comes after, i don't care      hands are trembling, i swore i wouldn't   one more look and i'll give in   a hundred reasons why i shouldn't   but i lost my heart in wanting 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 doing what you shouldn'ts half the fun, so we run    na, na, na,na...      i hear the leathero n his voice   it's a calling not a choice and i can't keep myself from following the sound   yeah you may never know how fast that you can go   til someone lifts your feet 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.....