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