Written Invitation - The Whigs

Freeze me with your smile and say my name

And I’m already gone

If you’re on the 118, I’ll find you on the 118

And if you want, I’ll talk

And break my head.

The spotlight stares in off

If you’re on the 118, I’ll find you on the 118

I swear I care what you wear

All your thoughts rolled up and down your sleeves

And I need to see a written invitation please

So if you are my fire, then yell my name

And up, I’m ready on

If you’re on the 118, I’ll find you on the 118

I swear I care what you wear

All your thoughts rolled up and down your sleeves

And I need to see a written invitation please

Yeah I need to see a written invitation please

Yeah I need to see a written invitation