Mental Pictures - Backseat Driver

Its getting hot in here
Cool air is what I need
You think you know my heart
Its right here on my sleeve
Sweet love I learned your tongue
Up on that skyscraper
Many moons we tossed and turned
As that fire burned
As love takes the back seat and we take off
Kicking out our tunes
We drowned out that radio
A funny signals coming thru
Could be the past souls of me and you
As love shakes the back seat and we get lost
Riding thru valleys low
Gripped in the falcons claws
I'm losing grip, I'm out of control
Tear out your angel heart
As love breaks the back seat as we get off
Sweet crested mountain top
You took so long to climb
Sweet honey draped over the rock
Buried so very deep inside your special mind
As love jumps the front seat and we head home

Written by:
Christopher Harrison

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