Back Seat

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)