Painted

speeding along in the back the car ill never get enough of it playing a new song but your singing along cause it aint about the words its about the feel of it and the something thats there between us you can taste it in love where everybody wants to go you have me painted in the kisses on your neck i lose balance on your tongue and i don't fall for anyone can you keep me painted all over your fingertips take me back in with your lips can you fall for someone like this this little space we've carved for ourselves these old leather seats, still carry your smell driven wild by strange desire pavement gripping to the tires still i feel we're flying off the road