'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out. And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down, I got my mind made up and I can't let go. I'm killing every second 'til it sees my soul. I'll be running, I'll be running, I'll be your light, your match,

Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway Get in girl, we'll roll 'til the dirt road ends You can climb up in that back seat With your pretty little bare feet Got our innocence Just like we're 17 again To climb out your window Get the butterflies like we

Baby can you move it round the rhythm (They call it lonely digging) So we can get with 'em To the ground and get us a rock and roll round Just a downtown body body coming with a super-hottie Let's go, yes, no, hell no 'Cause you know we're living in the

Where the sun is shining on a brand new day It's a long way down, and it's a leap of faith But I'm never giving up 'cause I know we got a once in a lifetime love Don't fear it now; we're going all the way I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your

Supplie ie ies I'll be the wood when you need heat I'll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity Some shit's 'bout to go down I'll be the one with the level head The world can end now Baby, we'll be livin' in The Walkin' Dead 'Cause I got

Die, die, you zombie bastards We can go up, we go down We know what you want We gon' run you out of town We'll be seein' you around Baby, it's you and me That's right Music saved my life

Now blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found

Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and, jump. I've got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen. Oh can't you see what I mean? I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around. And I know,