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 locate fear 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?