She was a monochrome picture
Looking into my eyes
And I kissed her pale face and put her
With my pictures of old cars

And I heard the engines humming
And I heard a dreamy voice
And I whispered in the attic:
It feels so good to be a boy

Let's get lost
In the backseat of my mind
In the backseat of my mind
Let's get lost
In the backseat of my mind
In the backseat of my mind

She was a monochrome beauty
With a ballerina bun
It was dark in the attic
But in her face was the sun

And I heard the engines humming
And a girl in velvet black
On the road to Thalamus
Entwined her legs around my head

Let's get lost
In the backseat of my mind
In the backseat of my mind
Let's get lost
In the backseat of my mind
In the backseat of my mind