Adventurers Stab the days and wipe the blade let’s put the magazines away Breaking rules and scamming trips doing anything to scratch the itch We’ll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced Don’t fuck with the last adventurers We’re never gonna let this go We wont have to With brains in our head feet in our shoes Passport control ditching the real life Tight mountain roads that tunnel into coastal city lights Just two machines outside the lines Living off alcohol adrenaline and filtered grinds Will you remember white knuckle nights andorran alpine twilight Let’s check our pulses when we get old to see what’s real Dropping ropes we’re letting go of population overflow Steel tight lips and tighter ships doing anything to scratch the itch We’ll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced don’t fuck with the last adventurers We’re never gonna let this go we wont have to With brains in our head feet in our shoes Trying hard to keep ourselves physically strong mentally awake and morally straight Instead of running for our lives We got knives in hand to catch our fears by surprise Will you remember blood mountain nights in appalachian moonlight It’s how we made our younger days shape worthy lives We were the last adventurers We were the last adventurers Will you remember white knuckle nights andorran alpine twilight Let’s check our pulses when we get old to see what’s real But we already know Will you remember blood mountain nights in appalachian moonlight It’s how we made our younger days shape worthy lives
