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