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.
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.