We are lionhearts And we walk together into the light And my love will be your armor tonight And we stand together facing a war And our love is gonna conquer it all Like right and wrong Your hand in mine Marching to the beat of the stars Your light is

Have a drink on me So don't worry about tomorrow Take it today Forget about the check We'll get hell to pay Have a drink on me (on me) Whiskey, gin and brandy With a glass I'm pretty handy I'm trying to walk a straight line

She needs a wild heart I got a wild heart Tonight we'll dance I'll be yours and you'll be mine We won't look back, Take my hand and we will shine I was walking away, But she's so beautiful it made me stay

We're gonna leave all our troubles behind. Don't look back So if you just put your hand in mine, If it's love that you're running from, there's no hiding place. You can't run it, you can't hide it, you can't run it Love has problems I know but there

Our last summer I can still recall our last summer I still see it all Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain Memories that remain In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame Walking hand in hand Paris restaurants Morning croissants

I want it so fine Two drifters on the morning sky, Two drifters sailing wide and high, When summer breezes blow across your mind With you, I will walk the line. People walking hand in hand Everybody's singing to the band I want to be where the stars

Oh I get a contact high Being here in this room That you would be here As you smile from the corner And raise up your beer And then you touch my hand When you walked by And I get a contact high

I was never enough for you Was whatever you wanted me to But you took that from me, yeah I should have known, I should've known Don't waste my time My legs are weary but I still walk My hands are sore and broken but I still clutch My heart is jaded but I

It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals

See the white in their eyes Caroleans are marching on Into battle facing the fire Lord thy will be done Into battle walk in a line Put their lives in God's hand for their kingdom and fatherland In the name of Christ their enemies chastise Fader vår som