I sit in someone's car
Wanna start the engine
But suddenly a movie appears in the back

Now the bitch in the street and the king on the roof
And the wanna touch the sky together
An angel with broken wings wanna help them now
In the back seat of my car
In the back seat of my car
You walk over the warm grey ashes of the churchyard
But this churchyard has closed in the 18th century
In the back seat of my car
In the back seat of my car
>From London to New york, L.A to Berlin
In the rest of the world the churchyards has been closed
I wish and want to see that velvet now
In the back seat of my car
In the back seat of my car