back seat

atlas genius

cold back street

flicker of a light that i couldn't meet

olfactory senses breaking down

slowly fade as a beat

old back seat

drunken couple take it too far thinking no one could see

they're just steps 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 sell you a feeling

ah ah ah

oh

whoa

i'll sell you a meaning

ah ah ah

oh

whoa

use that door

words like knives that no longer cut

the world inflates

so small anymore we could fall through the grate

we've 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 sell you a feeling

ah ah ah

oh

whoa

i'll sell you a meaning

ah ah ah

oh

whoa