Whenever We Finish

Caught up in tethers, you are the sword
We start every morning with two little jabs
Won’t it be strange when we stop splitting cabs?
Whenever you drift in, from pillow to pillow
You always expect me to lift up my window
Whenever you finish taking home trouble
You always expect me to start seeing double
Carry the weekend, fist in the air
Tonight you’ll be back with hands in my hair
Whenever you drift in, from pillow to pillow
You always expect me to lift up my window
Whenever you finish, taking home trouble
You always expect me to start seeing double
I’d rather see you in color, I’d rather see you in color, I’d rather see you in color
I’d rather see you in color, I’d rather see you in color, I’d rather see you in color
I’d rather see you in color, I’d rather see you in color, I’d rather see you in color
I’d rather see you in color, I’d rather see you in color, I’d rather see you in color