Fugitives of Life
Hold my hand,Take my soul
Let's escape, this never-ending hole.
We'll be nomads, Wandering
Exploring, finding love in everything.
When it's too bored to travel
Let's settle somewhere,make love.
Neither we'll fucking care about anything
Nor we'll allow anyone to fuck with us.
We are free spirits in love
Not succumbing to the harsh realities.
I can't do this alone my love
So hold my hand,take my soul.