Run with the wolves

Have we lost our mind ?
Tell me baby why are we burning,
No one knows who’s started with this fire
Doesn’t matter since we’re both looking
to numb the feeling

And everytime we go out, I fly i fly mmm
I longed this moment for days
Put an end to my doubts
Now, it’s necessary that this endless time
ain’t coming with the shame anymore

So when I run with the wolves
I run with the wolves
Oh, I make real,
our memories won’t turn to dust
It reminds me no fear won’t ever break me,
And this far, see, I’ve never let myself distracted

So I run with the wolves
So I run with the wolves
So I run with the wolves

I won’t ever let you come back over now

(When you just stand here,
I am a warrior
I am a warrior
I am a warrior
When you just stand here
I am a warrior
I am a warrior)

Have we lost our mind ?
Tell me baby why are we burning,
No one knows who’s started with this fire
Doesn’t matter since we’re both looking
to numb the feeling

So I run with the wolves
So I run with the wolves
So I run with the wolves

I won’t ever let you come back over now
Come back over now

Take off from the ground to fly and levitate
Levitate

FARMER GIRL

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

HERE ALL ALONE IN THE CORNFIELD AT NIGHT
THE SKY’S FULL OF STARS
AND THE MOON’S SHINING BRIGHT
IF ONLY I COULD FLY OFF LIKE A BIRD,
FLY AWAY, FLY AWAY, LIKE A BLUE BIRD.

Chorus

I’LL BE DANCER TWIRLING AROUND
AN ACTRESS, A SINGER, A BEAUTY QUEEN CROWNED
MY FACE WILL BE SEEN IN EVERY MAGAZINE
FROM PARIS TO L. A.
FROM NEW YORK TO BOMBAY
FARMER GIRL, FARMER GIRL, FLY AWAY ! (DREAM AWAY)

MY MA AND PA BOTH WORK HARD ON THE LAND,
I DO MY DAMNEDEST TO LEND THEM A HAND,
I COULD NOT STAND ALL THE STRUGGLE AND STRIFE
FARMER GIRL, FARMER’S WIFE…NOT ON YOUR LIFE.

Chorus

I JUST CAN’T LIVE LIKE A BIRD IN A CAGE
EACH DAY THAT GOES BY SEEMS MORE LIKE AN AGE
INTO THE NIGHT SKY AWAY I WILL FLY
FLY AWAY FLY AWAY LIKE A BLUEBIRD

I’LL BE DANCER TWIRLING AROUND
AN ACTRESS, A SINGER, A BEAUTY QUEEN CROWNED
MY FACE WILL BE SEEN IN EVERY MAGAZINE
FROM PARIS TO L. A.
FROM NEW YORK TO BOMBAY
ALL THIS I’LL ACHIEVE
CALL ME NAÏVE
BUT I BELIEVE
DREAMS CAN COME TRUE