Back Seat - Atlas Genius, Goldroom

Cold back street

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

I’ll sell you a meaning, ah ah ah

Oh, whoa

I’ll sell you a feeling, ah ah ah

Oh, whoa

I’ll sell you a meaning, ah ah ah

Oh, whoa

Use that door

Words like knives that no longer cut

The world in flames

So small anymore we could fall through the grate

We’ve 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

I’ll sell you a meaning, ah ah ah

Oh, whoa

I’ll sell you a feeling, ah ah ah

Oh, whoa

I’ll sell you a meaning, ah ah ah

Oh, whoa