I've been here before, the sky looks so familiar. Empty pockets just like last time, salt and lust my backseat driver. I knew you when. I can hear my pulse behind my ears and my throat, salt and lust my backseat driver. I knew you when.
I've been here before, the sky looks so familiar. Empty pockets just like last time, salt and lust my backseat driver. I knew you when. I can hear my pulse behind my ears and my throat, salt and lust my backseat driver. I knew you when.