All the cars down the bottom, windmill chasing

calling police so, so we're placing

weight on minds

Red sports car Northwest dated, counting the sleeps

I'm counting, waiting

stalled inside 


There's no tires to save our skins

(they're bald and old)

their advice won't change our plans 


Through an old telescope for close up faces

you're cornering the fire it works in your favour

televised

Like the all night long at 3am feeling

you get in your legs when you're dancing on the ceiling

friends of mine


And you change the beat disguised

like a call to realise


you just made a pass in that reflection

you're fixing your hair or asking questions

you decide

turn it around, the place is a fountain youth, you're squealing

offering advice that sounds appealing

nervous fun


'cept the cheating's in your blood

and the hardest word is love


Let's not starve here today, none that behaviour

eating like a princess, I'm gonna save you

stay at mine

And we're carving up the courses we're not playing

don't want to hear the swearwords you're spraying

undermined


I'm not revealing unless your feelings are long term (x3)

It's like a call