Wishbone
Choke, 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 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/s: CAMERON BIRD
