sixteen, sixteen holding out for something we were clean cut kids in the world alone we wear our bruises on the best of days they keep us on the run holding hands in the storm til the world comes undone (keeps me on the run) got a morbid fascination and we're not afraid to die got a morbid fascination and we know we're gonna die (keeps me on the run)
[00:23.32]sixteen, sixteen [00:26.73]holding out for something [00:29.18]we were clean cut kids in the world alone [00:44.71]we wear our bruises on the best of days [00:48.40]they keep us on the run [00:50.49]holding hands in the storm til the world comes undone [01:04.01](keeps me on the run) [01:05.83]got a morbid fascination and we're not afraid to die [01:11.36]got a morbid fascination and we know we're gonna die [01:25.42](keeps me on the run)
