No we have never grown a day from the poison we shared

And we're walking our crooked backs home

But will we ever confess what we've done?

Guess we're still kids on the run.

And no we will never be a part of the pictures once taken

When we're feeding fire with the flames til no memories gone

And the cold sky will write us a song

But will we ever confess what we've done?

Guess we're still kids on the run