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