4 acessos
In the back of your car there's a big black mark
Where i ripped the seat
And at the back of your head i was going red
But you couldn't see
And in the black of my mind i was swearing blind
That it wasn't me
But i never could lie so i never did try
And you were not pleased
(if i was lonely i would hold you close to me
If i was lost i would call you back to me)
You let it go, and you let it go, and you let it go