Backseat Serenade

Lazy lover, find a place for me again

You felt it once before

I know you did, I could see it

Whiskey princess

Drink me under, pull me in

You had me at come over boy

I need a friend, I understand

Back seat serenade, dizzy hurricane

Oh god I’m sick of sleeping alone

You’re salty like a summer day, kiss the sweat away

To your radio

Back seat serenade, little hand-grenade

Oh god I’m sick of sleeping alone

You’re salty like a summer day, kiss the pain away

To your radio

You take me over, I throw you up against the wall

We’ve seen it all before, but this one’s different

It’s deliberate

You send me reeling, calling out to you for more

The value of this moment lives in metaphor

Yeah, through it all

Back seat serenade, dizzy hurricane

Oh god I’m sick of sleeping alone

You’re salty like a summer day, kiss the sweat away

To your radio

Back seat serenade, little hand-grenade

Oh god I’m sick of sleeping alone

You’re salty like a summer day, kiss the pain away

To your radio

Back seat serenade, dizzy hurricane

Oh god I’m sick of sleeping alone

You’re salty like a summer day, kiss the sweat away

To your radio

Back seat serenade, little hand-grenade

Oh aren’t you sick of sleeping alone (aren’t you sick

of sleeping alone)

You’re salty like a summer day, kiss the pain away

To your radio

(Oh god, I’m sick of sleeping alone)