Backseat Lovers - The Last Royals

Might fall in love, but its dead tonight

Gonna make it right

Feel your lungs get tight

Blankets and sheets can’t hold the heat

Hearts will barely beat on these easy streets

One, Two

Can’t see straight but you’re breakin' on through

Three, Four

Losing your touch on the bathroom floor

All your life has been a cryin' shame

Nobody’s gonna know your name

We all want someone to love

Early morning, everybody feels unholy

Livin' with plastic souls, we are

Backseat lovers jumping out the window

The sun’s up soon

Its gonna back hand the moon

And, the song of the sorry I your signature tune

Breaking apart, we wait for the dark

As the cries of mercy extinguish the spark

One, Two

Can’t see straight but you’re breakin' on through

Three, Four

Losing your touch on the bathroom floor

And so we bury ourselves to the neck, in cement

Of numbers, and letters and flesh we repent

And the bastards (the slime) get rich and decay…

As they shake for a drug, at the start of their day

And I suppose its been proven

That satellites watch our every move.

Tape machines on public corners

1's and 0's breathing for us

But ask anyone in a falling elevator

Does the steel and the mirror, and the glass make it clearer?

All your life has been a cryin' shame

Nobody’s gonna know your name

We all want someone to love

Early morning, everybody feels unholy

Livin' with plastic souls, we are

Backseat lovers jumping out the window