Texty: Alex Lloyd. Backseat Clause.

If this gets me home then I'll be yours
Last plane to leave, well, it's a backseat clause
You never call since you found God
I love you more 'cause it's a backseat clause

I'm still running away with you
I'm still running away with you

You are the one that I have found
A mystery that has come around
All lonely souls must find a friend
You are the means to a stop, start, end

I'm still running away with you
I'm still running away with you
I'm still running away with you
I'm still running away with you

I'm still running away with you
I'm still running away with you
I'm still running away with you
I'm still running away with you

It's all the same
It's all the same
It's all the same