Back Seat

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 say you a feeling, ah ah ah, oh, whoa I'll say 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 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 say you a feeling, ah ah ah, oh, whoa I'll say you a meaning, ah ah ah, oh, whoa