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 won't 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 won't 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


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

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