We were wild and young, we were on the run We were lovers staring blindly at the sun Polaroids left in the heat I remember love the way it ought to be Twenty blowing across my back Thirty breathing down my neck Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain Now we're spinning wheels and we're on our heels And we hurt each other just to feel something that's real The polaroids have turned to dust And sunsets planted gold have turned to rust Twenty blowing across my back Thirty breathing down my neck Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain Twenty blowing across my back I got thirty breathing down my neck Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain Chewing on links in a chain