YOU STAND WITH YOUR HaND ON MY WAISTLINE IT'S A SCENE AND WE'RE OUT HERE IN PLAIn SIGHT I CAN HEAR THEM WHISPER AS WE PASS BY BAd SIGN... SOMETHING HAPPeNS WHEN EVERYBODY FINDS OUT SEE THE vULTURES CIRCLING, DARK CLOUDS LOVe'S A FRAGILE LITTLE FLAME IT COULD BURN OUT, IT COULD BUrN OUT THEy GOT THE CAGES, THEY GOT THE BoXES. AND GUNS THEY ARE THE HUnTERS, WE ARE THE FOXES AND We RUN CHORUS: BABY I KNOw PLACES WE WON'T BE FOUND AND THEY'LL BE CHaSING THEIR TAILS TRYING TO TRACK Us DOWN CHASING US AROUND AND I KNOW PLACES WE CAN HIDE I KNOw PLaCES... LIGHtS FLASH AND WE'LL RUN FOR THE FENCES LET THEM SAY WHAT THEY WANT WE cAN'T HEAR IT LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS ALL THE DAMN TIME, NOT THIS TIME JUST GRAB MY hAND AND DON'T EVER DROP iT MY LOVE THEY ARE THE HUnTERS, WE ARE THE FOXES WE RUN CHORUS THEY ARE THE HUNTERS, WE ARE THE FOXES WE RUN JUST gRAB MY HAND AND DON'T EVER DROP IT MY LOVE CHORUS THEY TAKE THEIR SHOTS BUT WE'RE BULLETPROOF YOU KNOW FOR ME IT'S ALWAYS YOU... IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, YOUR EYES SO GREEN I KNOW FOR YOU IT'S ALWAYS ME...