Whenever We Finish
Tangled in feathers
Tired and hoarse
Caught up in tethers
You are the source
We start every morning
With two little jabs
Won't it be strange when
We stop splitting cabs?
Whenever you're drifting
From pillow to pillow
You always expect me
To lift up my window
Whenever you finish
Taking on trouble
You always expect me
To start seeing double
Carry the weekend
Fist in the air
Tonight you'll be back with
Hands in my hair
Whenever you're drifting
From pillow to pillow
You always expect me
To lift up my window
Whenever you finish
Taking on trouble
You always expect me
To start seeing double
I'd rather see you in colour
I'd rather see you in colour
I'd rather see you in colour
Writer/s: Two Hours Traffic
