Boy In The Backseat (In the Pit of the Stomach 2011)

Текст песни We Were Promised Jetpacks - Boy In The Backseat (In the Pit of the Stomach 2011)

[Verse 1]
I buried my head in the sand
There's no use in us making plans
If there's breath in my lungs
I'm keeping myself to myself
Still gathering dust on that shelf
It was breath in my lungs
And there's war to be won

[Refrain]
And this doesn't matter to me
As long as I know I'll still breathe
If there's breath in my lungs
Then there's wars to be won

[Verse 3]
I buried my neck in the sand
There's no use in us making plans
If there's breath in my lungs
Been keeping myself to myself
Still gathering dust on that shelf
Because I'll still be that boy
The boy in the backseat

[Refrain]
And this doesn't matter to me
As long as I know I'll still breathe
If there's breath in my lungs
[Break]
Are you happy?
Are you back at your home?
[?] all I control

[Instrumental outro]