Текст песни Backseat Drivers

We’re hollywood stopping as the same old song comes on your radio
And I don’t feel a thing, except your hand in mine
It’s all or none, cause I am one who don’t believe in half hearted attempts
I’m taking this one serious, it’s serious

It’s the sound of a hand across your face, singin’ like
It’s a sad place but where do I fit in, singin’ like

I’m through with words, I’m gonna start to live this out for you
And I don’t feel a thing, except your hand in mine
Cause it’s all been, and we had fun but the time has come to state our best defenseFold - Backseat Drivers - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fold/backseat-drivers-lyrics.html
I’m taking this one serious

It’s the sound of a hand across your face, singin’ like
It’s a sad place but where do I fit in, singin’ like

It’s a car of backseat drivers, where do I fit in, singin’ like
It’s a car of backseat drivers, afraid to take the wheel

Either one of us takes the wheel, or all of us take the fall
It’s the sound of a hand across your face, singin’ like
It’s a sad place but where do I begin, singin’ like