Sugarland - We Run
текст песни

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

[chorus]
So we run, yeah, yeah, yeah, we run
Come undone like a string on a sweater
That you pull on but you know better
But doing what you shouldn't 's half the fun, so we run

Fire and laughter, fence posts flying
Feel the fever in the air
Can't remember what came before him
and what comes after, I don't care