Running With the Boys (Live from the JUNOs 2016)

We were kind of feral, wicked, little machines
Captains and cavalries, forming empires in the shade of the trees
Without hesitation, kings of the forest town,
Holding the ocean down
We were half this heavy and twice this loud

So turn up the noise
Dress to the nines
Running with the boys
Your hand in mine
Singing every song, loving every line
'Til the night is gone
Just like the old times
Just like the old times

Was what you made it
We had our friends around
All the images and sounds
Superimposed into all the backgrounds
Use to be clumsy
Lost in a thousands ways
Captivated by a craze
Those were hands down my favorite days

So turn up the noise
Dress to the nines
Running with the boys
Your hand in mine
Singing every song, loving every line
'Til the night is gone
Just like the old times
Just like the old times
Just like the old times

Suspicion wasn't in our heads
It was only underneath the beds, beds
Saline eyes didn't have to hide
They were always open way too wide, way too wide

So turn up the noise
Dress to the nines
Running with the boys
Your hand in mine
Singing every song, loving every line
'Til the night is gone
Just like the old times
Just like the old times
Just like the old times
Just like the old times
Just like the old times (just like the old times, we're gonna have it all)
Just like the old times (just like the old times, we're gonna have it all)
Just like the old times