Text: Sam Roberts. We Were Born In A Flame. On The Run.

Baby you got me on the run
But I'm just having too much fun
And I feel your eyes each time we meet
And I'm just staring at my feet

Yeah you got me on the run
You got me hiding from the sun
You're so cold I get a chill
And you keep breaking down my will

Yeah you got me on the run
Baby baby you're so cruel
You got me breaking all the rules
Baby baby you're so cruel
You got me breaking all the rules

And I'm so sad I wanna die
You tell me no but I ask why
I got a fever that won't stop
I'm waiting for your bomb to drop
Alright

Baby baby you're so cruel
You got me breaking all the rules
Baby baby you're so cruel
You got me breaking all the rules

'Cause I bleed rock n' roll
Yeah I bleed rock n' roll
And I would die for rock n' roll
Yeah I would die for rock n' roll
Do you believe in rock n' roll
I said do you believe in rock n' roll

You got me breaking all the rules
Baby baby you're so cruel
You got me breaking all the rules
Baby baby you're so cruel
Baby baby you're so cruel
You got me breaking all the rules
Baby baby you're so cruel
You got me breaking all the rules
You got me breaking all the rules
Baby baby you're so cruel