Young and wild and free
And full of fantasy we search the summer to find a flame
To take us higher, whether it's arson or it's wildfire
We try to catch the ashes as they fly away
Wicked waves, they swell a mile high
Yet all of us still want to ride

And it's a left hook to the right jaw
Of the wrong man, and it's our fault
And these wild eyes
And it's a good look at the last straw
The bad girls, the sweet talk
And their wild eyes, these wild eyes

Cut the ropes, don't settle in
Ditch the guidelines and skim the skylines
For an offering
Reckless ways and fickle crazes
Become yesterday's forgotten and abandoned
And lost along the way
The blindness is still blindness today

And it's a left hook to the right jaw
Of the wrong man, and it's our fault
And these wild eyes
It's a good look at the last straw
The bad girls, the sweet talk
And their wild eyes, these wild eyes

Blindly get inside the wind
They've clearly lost the way
I'll admit we're still swingin' away
Swing away
La la, la la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la, la la

And it's a left hook to the right jaw
Of the wrong man and it's our fault
And these wild eyes
It's a good look at the last straw
The bad girls, the sweet talk
And their wild eyes, these wild eyes
These wild eyes, these wild eyes
These wild eyes, these wild eyes