Panic in the passenger seat
Lights flash as they pass each window, as we go
We could be anywhere
I lose faith and go back to your home
But I just can't give in
Cold and anxious, a twitch on your nose
I'm tired of missing out
When I feel like facing my fear
Pick up the car keys, tell you "I miss you running round my head"
I promise I will turn it around, turn it around
Playing up to all of our friends
Fed up of nights that descend
When a train stops between stations
I sit back and now I know
I can't trace it, the piece of mind
The common thread, so hard to find
Pick up the car keys, tell you "I miss you running round my head"
I promise I will turn it around, turn it around
The prism in your eyes, dark green and dull blue
Colour me in too, I promise I will turn it around, turn it around
I know that you will pull my hair, twist my arm and keep it there
When I feel like running home
I know that you will pull my hair, twist my arm and keep it there
When I feel like running home
Pick up the car keys, tell you "I miss you running round my head"
I promise I will turn it around, turn it around
So come on and pull my hair, twist my arm and keep it there
'Cause I'm never coming home