Poison Headache - Pity the Backseat текст песни

Hand in hand
Tongue in cheek
Biting nails
Grinding teeth
Standing close
Breathing deep
Thinking too slow
Moving too fast
Promises break
As seconds pass
Standing close
Breathing deep
Pulling hair
Dreams of sleep
Lies upon lies
Laid at your feet
This is what you begged for
Pity the backseat
Once cherished grasp
Has lost its place
Touches caress
A two-sided face