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