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
Till 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
Used 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
Till 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
Saline eyes didn't have to hide
They were always open 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
Till the night is gone
Just like the old times
Just like the old times...
-We're going to have it all-