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

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 till you my feet touch the ground,
And go dancing,
Tambourin 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?