Backseat Static Love (wersja 2)

Verse

Six a.m. and the meter's still running

Foil blanket round your shoulders, sun coming

Radio catches a station half gone

Static and strings on a slow fade dawn

Glitter stuck to the pleather seat

Traffic lights blinking a lazy beat

Your head on the window, mine on your knee

Whole city humming in 2-4-3

Pre-Chorus

Windows fogging, engine low

Nowhere left that we need to go

Sun cuts gold through the taxi glass

Let this ride be the last thing that we ask

Chorus

Backseat static love

Crackle soft, don't rush

Sunrise leaking through

Backseat static love

Hearts still keeping time

Skin still warm from the strobe light shine

Backseat static love

Hold it till we land

Verse

Bassline's gone but my pulse keeps it

Your thumb on my wrist, you don't forget it

Streetlamps dimming as the sky turns pink

Neither one of us saying what we think

Bridge lights blur like a long exposure

Half a smile and the meter's closer

Driver's playing something soft and slow

Nobody's asking where we go

Pre-Chorus

Windows fogging, engine low

Nowhere left that we need to go

Sun cuts gold through the taxi glass

Let this ride be the last thing that we ask

Chorus

Backseat static love

Crackle soft, don't rush

Sunrise leaking through

Backseat static love

Hearts still keeping time

Skin still warm from the strobe light shine

Backseat static love

Hold it till we land

Bridge

Maybe it's the hour, maybe it's you

Maybe it's the gold coming through

Either way I'm not letting go

Either way I already know

Chorus

Backseat static love

Crackle soft, don't rush

Sunrise leaking through

Backseat static love

Hearts still keeping time

Skin still warm from the strobe light shine

Backseat static love

Hold it till we land