Choke, choking on a wishbone
In the firing line of lovers
Who will never slow down

And I won't let you steer
Comandeer the atmosphere
Since you suggested running away
It's romantic

Hit the redial
Maybe we should sigh a while
Save our second wind for sentimental warm weather

Four forever, two together
We'll play dead, we'll play dead!
We'll play deadly

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?

Hope, hoping you might whistle
Get all dizzy cause I found
The reason why you're around

If I locate the fear
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?

Writer : BIRD
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC