Choking on a wishbone In the firing line of lovers Who will never slow down And I won´t let you steer Commandeer 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 To set high noon until the shiver in the river is gone? Hoping you might whistle, get all dizzy ´Cause I found the reason why you´re around If I won´t stay sincere, talk you through the tangles
Can you chase me ´til 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 arms Set to high noon until the shiver in the river is gone?