Backseat Rainstorm

Under the awning, the pavement is slick

You said you were leaving,

but you stayed for the kick

The door swings open,

then it closes tight

Your roommate is watching us fade in the light

Heard everything through the drywall seam

Now we're running out into the steam (ooh-ooh)

We are washing away in the backseat rain Letting go of the

weight and the quiet pain And the world disappears when the bassline

drops

(yeah, we run)

Your roommate slipped out,

walked away in the dark

Left his keys on the table,

left his ghost in the park

Now it's just you and me and the wet asphalt

If we fall in too deep,

it's a beautiful fault

Outside the club, the bass still leaks

In the backseat rain,

nobody speaks

(no one speaks...)