We're talking in the back seat
You're calling me a liar
My obsession with walking round
And talking down's a reflection of my mental health
Hidden in the back street
Park the car for me to admire you
Conceptualizing spaces
With puckered lips lean your face in
Do you mean it, well?
Park the car for me to admire you
Park the car I've got things to confide in you
Park the car I don't know if we'll make it through
I just know that I am in love with you
Park the car for me to admire you
Park the car I've got things to confide in you
Park the car I don't know if we'll make it through
I just know that I am in love with you
Park the car
Park the car
Park the car
Park the car
Park the car
Park the car
Park the car
Park the car
