Running With The Boys - Acoustic
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
Dressed 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
Was what you made it
We had our friends around
All the images and sounds,
Super imposing to old backgrounds
We 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
Dressed 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
Suspicion wasn't in our heads
It was only underneath the beds, beds
Saline eyes didn't have to hide
They were always open way too wide, way too wide
So turn up the noise
Dressed 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
Just like the old times
Again just the like the old times
We're gonna have it all
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
Dressed 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
Was what you made it
We had our friends around
All the images and sounds,
Super imposing to old backgrounds
We 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
Dressed 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
Suspicion wasn't in our heads
It was only underneath the beds, beds
Saline eyes didn't have to hide
They were always open way too wide, way too wide
So turn up the noise
Dressed 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
Just like the old times
Again just the like the old times
We're gonna have it all
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Pearson, Lights Valerie Poxleitner
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