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)