I left my pride on the stairs Uncrossed my arms in the arms of a chair I bit my tongue on a dare I tasted blood, the fair don’t play fair There is no saving you from jumping the sun And you’re never gonna wake to what it is you’ve done Now you’re heroes on the run On the run Lost what I love Lost what I hate I only want the world so I can give it away I only want the world so I can give it away You call yourself on the phone No one picks up but you stay for the tone Here’s your magazine look Here’s your coming of age You made it into the book I’m tearing out your page There is no saving you from jumping the sun And you’re never gonna wake to what it is you’ve done Now you’re heroes on the run On the run Lost what I love Lost what I hate I only want the world so I can give it away I only want the world so I can give it away