“ I sneak into his car’s cracked leather seat, the smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we’re going way too fast, it’s all too sweet to last. It’s alright. And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Boy, we’re going way too fast, it’s all too sweet to last. It’s alright. And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
