leg room

Please steer clear of whatever you did in your past life

Just look at those marks

Your hand in my handgrip, holding my heart

I keep you safe in the sounds in my car

We were half-high

We'll wrestle what we do in the dark Connected by a string, it was you and I aligned

I'd give you plenty of leg room

Spin back to let you come

Close to my rear view

Two cups, too much

Two lives, one night

I wanna hear ya and see ya