There you are, in the passenger’s seat.
Bass loud, you tap your feet.
Mine hit the gas, and we escape.
You’ve got your sight set on fast cars.
My target’s on your heart,
But I never really had that great of aim.
You still feel off-limits to me.
‘Cause I don’t really know where you stand,
But you hold yourself out in your hand,
And you say to me I’m free,
So take me, take me, all of me!
I don’t really know where I am;
Am I in the sea, or on the sand?
I just know that to you, I’m free.
So take me, take me, all of me!
Here we are, on the basement couch.
We’re always underground,
But you look best when you’re in the sun.
I bite my tongue, swallow my words,
Reciprocate so it doesn’t hurt.
I tried so hard not to fall in love.
You still say you’re not off-limits to me.
But I don’t really know where you stand,
But you hold yourself out in your hand,
And you say to me I’m free.
Take me, take me, all of me!
I don’t really know where I am;
Am I in the sea, or on the sand?
I just know that to you, I’m free.
So take me, take me, all of me!
I don’t really know where you stand.
You hold yourself out in your hand,
And you say to me I’m free.
Take me, take me, all of me.
I don’t really know where I am;
In the sea, or on the sand?
I just know that to you, I’m free.
Take me, take me, all of me.
