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, it hits like thunder
A storm is coming, I got nothing left
So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run
Come undone like a string on a sweater, that you pull but you know better
But doing what you shouldn'ts 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
Hands are tremblin', I swore I wouldn't
One more look and I'll give in
Hundred reasons why I shouldn't
But I lost my heart and wanted him to win

So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run
Come undone like a string on a sweater, old enough and should know better
But doin' what you shouldn'ts half the fun
So we fun

I hear the lever on his voice, it's a calling not a choice
And I can't keep myself from following the sound
Yeah you may never know, how fast that you can go
Till someone lifts your feet up off the ground
So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run
Come undone, yeah yeah yeah, undone
So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run
So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run
Yea

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Writer(s): Jennifer Nettles, Kristian Bush, Scooter Carusoe