Everywhere we go, we're looking for the sun.
Nowhere to grow old. We're always on the run.
They say we'll rot in hell, well I don't think we will.
They've branded us enough. Outlaws of love.

Nowhere to grow old. We're always on the run.
They say we'll rot in hell, well I don't think we will.
They've branded us enough. Outlaws of love.
