Whenever We Finish - Two Hours Traffic

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