Wishbone

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 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

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 alarms

Set to high noon until the shiver in the river is gone?