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?