Painted

speeding along in the back the car

ill never get enough of it

playing a new song but your singing along

cause it aint about the words

its about the feel of it

and the something thats there between us

you can taste it

in love where everybody wants to go

you have me painted

in the kisses on your neck

i lose balance on your tongue

and i don't fall for anyone

can you keep me painted

all over your fingertips

take me back in with your lips

can you fall for someone like this

this little space

we've carved for ourselves

these old leather seats, still carry your smell

driven wild by strange desire

pavement gripping to the tires

still i feel we're flying off the road