BACKSEAT DRIVERS - Cosima

We look parked but we were going on

To someplace we’ll never reach alone

But we’ve never even left here

Dropped our future to outrun fear

Drinking from miniatures, we’re sky high

We shoulda gone for any other life

Instead, we go on forever

Burning our backs on hot leather

And now Sunday to Sunday, we rest

Sunday to Sunday, we rest

Sunday to Sunday, we rest

We never waste time, but we don’t spend it either

We’re both just backseat drivers

Backseat driving

And we’re going nowhere

Oh, we’re going nowhere

We’re both just backseat drivers

Backseat driving

And we’re going nowhere

Oh, we’re going nowhere

We don’t move and we don’t indicate

I guess we’re waiting to be found by fate

But maybe she’ll only reach us

Once the time’s blurred our features

We can’t deal with all the choice outside

So we lay under the hood and hide

Then we steam up our windows

Let the boredom get our lymph nodes

And now Sunday to Sunday, we rest

Sunday to Sunday, we rest

Sunday to Sunday, we rest

We never waste time, but we don’t spend it either

We’re both just backseat drivers

Backseat driving

And we’re going nowhere

Oh, we’re going nowhere

We’re both just backseat drivers

Backseat driving

And we’re going nowhere

Oh, we’re going nowhere

It’s such a slow way to die

Time moves and we never do

Don’t even learn to drive

When I lose control and my license follow me

We’re both just backseat drivers

Backseat driving

And we’re going nowhere

Oh, we’re going nowhere