Lyrics Julie Speaks - Blacklist

In foreign backseats
A complex denial
Do we celebrate this in celibate fire?
A sense evasion
For the next disaster
She's double-crossing
An "accidental son"

Twin versions
With their separate styles
Do we slide in backseats and confuse denial?
But when she speaks
Is it a sideways strategy?
Just one "told belle"
An "occidental sun"

Just glorified runaways
All racing backward
With hands off the wheel
To give up control

In foreign backseats
A bankrupt desire
And we celebrate this in celibate fire
But the way she speaks
You love sincerity
Just one "toll'd bell"
An "occidental son"

Just glorified runaways
All racing backward
With hands off the wheel
To give up control

Just glorified runaways
All racing backward
With hands off the wheel
To give up control