Choking on a wishbone in the firing line of lovers
who will never slow down.
And I won't let you steer, comandere the atmosphere,
since you suggested running away, it's romantic.
Hit the redial, maybe we can sigh a while,
save our second wind for sentimental warm weather.
Four forever, two together,
we'll play dead, we'll play dead.
Should we make believe you remember me from a holiday delayed
by a storm? Should we chance our arms alarms set to
high noon until the shiver in the river is gone?
Hoping you might whistle, get all dizzy cos I found the reason
why you're around If I won't stay sincere talk you
through the tangles,
can you chase me till you my feet touch the ground,
and go dancing.
Tambourine style walking in a single file.
You whisper half thoughts to me.
Should we make believe you remember me from a
holiday delayed by a storm? Should we chance our
arms alarms set to high noon until the
shiver in the river is gone?