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