Zanski - Backseat Lyrics

Ooh,
My baby’s in the back seat
She’s calling to me
When you're on the phone -
Your veins twist through to me.
I can show you
The way they tangle me

And I won't break them up and leave 'em aside, and I won't be
gone when you crush me now.

oh.

Ooh,
My baby’s in the back seat
She’s calling to me

When you're on your own, you'll feel it in your head.
It's so divisive when you find it in your bones –
around your waist -
it makes you whole
My baby's in the backseat, calling to me.