作曲 : Stephen Gomez/John Gomez/Scott Stewart
 作词 : Stephen Gomez/John Gomez/Scott Stewart
Eyes closed
Dirt on our clothes
Will we ever fill the empty space
So sweet
Blood in our teeth
Whats a matter with the games we play
We wake up in the morning
Singing this is the end
Real life is boring
So we dance with the dead
They say we're cold blooded
Like we're blue in the face
Will we ever get out of this place?
And runaway
Tear up our shoes
Out in the blue
Far away
Out in the streets
We'll always be
Runaways
Cheap thrills
Coffee and pills
Help us keep the day away
Bruised knees
Grass stained jeans
Creeping through the alley ways
We wake up in the morning
Singing this is the end
Real life is boring
So we dance with the dead
They say we're cold blooded
Like we're blue in the face
Will we ever get out of this place?
And runaway
Tear up our shoes
Out in the blue
Far away
Out in the streets
We'll always be
Runaways
All these things
All these things
They don't scare me none
All these things
All these things
They don't scare me
We wake up in the morning
Singing this is the end
Real life is boring
So we dance with the dead
They say we're cold blooded
Like we're blue in the face
Will we ever get out of this place?
And runaway
Tear up our shoes
Out in the blue
Far away
Out in the streets
We'll always be
Runaways