Blurred Backseat Anthem
You're blocked and out of view
But I still recall the cue
In the back seat
with the window down
Just another face in this heavy town
You claim that it's all natural,
a casual spin While the glass starts fogging up from within And
the rain-warped flyer stays on the glass Waiting for the storm to
pass
Oh, the city blurs right out of focus now!
But your image stays burned in
my mind somehow! (yeah!)
We are running on the edge of the dark
Trying to catch that old,
forgotten spark!
A snapshot frozen cold
An amateur story told
But I see right through the frame
Still calling out your name
Oh, the city blurs right out of focus now!
But your image stays burned in
my mind somehow! (yeah!)
We are running on the edge of the dark
Trying to catch that old,
forgotten spark!