You taste like trouble And I came thirsty Your hand on my neck Your name in my teeth Streetlights sliding over torn-up seats You laugh like a sin I never outgrew Every bad idea starts looking like you Windows half down City rushing by You move like a match in the corner of my eye No saints in this car No innocent kiss Just heat, cheap smoke, and a night like this We don’t need saving We just need somewhere to land For a minute For a minute Backseat hallelujah Hands where they shouldn’t be You make the wrong thing feel so good It sounds like mercy to me Backseat hallelujah Your mouth on my history We burn so bright in the dark It almost passes for peace Your lipstick mark Still fresh on my skin Like proof I let the chaos back in You look at me Like you know the cost Like you already know which part gets lost Red light, green light Pulse in my ears You turn my common sense into souvenirs No future talk No morning plans Just your heartbeat wrecking the shape of my hands Say it means nothing Say it again Why does it sound like a prayer In the back of my head? Backseat hallelujah Hands where they shouldn’t be You make the wrong thing feel so good It sounds like mercy to me Backseat hallelujah Your mouth on my history We burn so bright in the dark It almost passes for peace We don’t call it love We don’t call it clean We just let the night Do what it does to me One more turn One more lie One more reason Not to go home tonight If heaven ever looked like this It had cracked leather seats And your perfume on my ruin Backseat hallelujah Hands where they shouldn’t be You make the wrong thing feel so good It sounds like mercy to me Backseat hallelujah Your mouth on my history We burn so bright in the dark It almost passes for peace Backseat hallelujah No cure, no sympathy Just one more beautiful mistake Still singing through me You taste like trouble And I came thirsty