Hold me, hold me down, 'til my feet touch the ground. You make me feel alive. Show me how you feel inside.

Rolling, volcanoes in the night. Glowing, in the dark like meteorites. We're volcanoes, deep in the night. We roll in like meteorites.

You said, remember that life is not meant to be wasted—we can always be chasing the sun. So fill up your lungs and just run.

This is it, boys, this is war, what are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already?

No one told us which way to come, nobody mapped oblivion—so I go growing roses in disarray. Just like most, falling head in . . .

Now I just see stars when I'm with you. This is my heart that I give you. What did you do with the voodoo, you do, child?