Backseat Saints

Don't tell nobody We almost chose every Like a runaway train Dancing right on the edge again Backseat Saint Halo's tilted just right Lookin' so good in the dashboard light No one sees what we became Just a couple backseat saints Head in line like a song you read between the lines Hands don't say what words don't dare But the silence fills the air Every move like a secret game We don't ever say the name We ain't lost, we just don't care What happens when we get there? Backseat Saints in the we both know. Heart's racing like a runaway train. Dancing right on the edge again. Too close. Too fast. We just living in the night