"Back Seat" Songtext
von Atlas Genius

Cold backstreet
A flicker of a light that I couldn′t meet
Olfactory
Senses breaking down, slowly figures it'd be

Old back seat
Drunken couple take it too far, thinking no one could see
Having sex on the street

I′ll sell you a feeling (ah ah ah)
Oh, whoa (ah ah ah)
I'll sell you a meaning (ah ah ah)
Oh, whoa (ah ah ah)

I'll sell you a feeling (ah ah ah)
Oh, whoa (ah ah ah)
I′ll sell you a meaning (ah ah ah)
Oh, whoa (ah ah ah)


Use that door
Words like knives that no longer cut
The world in flames
So small anymore, we could fall through the grate

We got time
Gonna waste it all, gonna be fine
We′re complicated
But we're as simple as we wanted to be

I′ll sell you a feeling (ah ah ah)
Oh, whoa (ah ah ah)
I'll sell you a meaning (ah ah ah)
Oh, whoa (ah ah ah)

I′ll sell you a feeling (ah ah ah)
Oh, whoa (ah ah ah)
I'll sell you a meaning (ah ah ah)
Oh, whoa (ah ah ah)