Backseats -

Living in backseats

Floating in decay

The skyline’s on fire

Billboards on our trail

No drug for your fever

No driver on the wheel

Living in backseats

You got a hold on my world

Come again

You gotta hold on my world

Runaway girl

I ‘m falling apart here

Can I borrow your skin?

Running in shadows

Twisted games and the skyline’s on fire

As we’re running to the cliff, for a moment alive

This is all yours