Oh, nowhere left to go.Are we getting closer, closer?No, all we know is no.Nights are getting colder, colder.Hey, tears all fall the same.We all feel the rain.We can't change Everywhere we go.We're looking for the sun Nowhere to grow old.We're always on the run.They say we'll rot in hell.But I don't think we will.They've branded us enough Outlaws of love.