Dancing in the mud
Climbing up the walls
Running through the streets
Running through the streets
Jumping off the rocks
Swinging from the trees
Bruised and bloody knees
Bruised and bloody knees
Now my hands are raw
And my legs are weak
Falling from the clouds
Sinking underneath
Gotta run away
Gotta run away
Looking for our youth
Looking for our youth
The hands of time
Around our throat
Weigh you down
Try not to choke
The hands of time
Around our throat
Your innocence
The antidote
The hands of time
Around our throat
Weigh you down
Try not to choke
Time, time, around our throat
Your soul the antidote
Time, time, around our throat
Your soul the antidote