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?