Backseat 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 (Radio, radio) Backseat 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 (Radio, radio, 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 (More) The value of this moment lives in metaphor (-Phor) Yeah, through it all (Through it all) Backseat 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 (Radio, radio) Backseat 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 (Radio, radio, radio) Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone (God, I'm sick of sleeping alone) You're salty like a summer day Kiss the sweat away to your radio (Radio, radio) Backseat serenade, little hand-grenade Oh, I'm just sick of sleeping alone (You're just sick of sleeping alone) You're salty like a summer day Kiss the pain away to your radio (Radio, radio, radio) (Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone)