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
Till 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
Superimposed into all the backgrounds

Use to be clumsy
Lost in a thousands ways
Captivated by a 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
Till the night is gone
Just like the old times
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
Dress to the nines
Running with the boys
Your hand in mine

Singing every song, loving every line
Till the night is gone
Just like the old times
Just like the old times

Just like the old times
Just like the old times
Just like the old times

Just like the old times
Just like the old times
Just like the old times