Running with the boys

Reworked kind of hero, wicked little machines
Captains and cavalries forming empires in shade of the trees
Without hesitation, kings of the forest town
Holding the ocean down
We're half this heavy and twice this loud

So turn up the noise
Dressed to the nines
Running with the boys
Your hand in mine
Singing every song, loving every line
Till the night is done
Just like the old times
Just like the old times

It is what you make it
We had all our friends around
All the images and sounds, super imposing to old backgrounds
We used to be clumsy, lost in a thousands ways
Captivated by the craze, those are hands down
My favorite days

Suspicion rose in our head
It was only underneath the beds
Saline eyes didn’t have to hide
They were always open way too wide
Just like the old times
Again just the like the old times
We’re gonna have it all