Tangled in feathers Tired and hoarse Caught up in tethers You are the source We start every morning With two little jabs Won't it be strange when We stop splitting cabs? Whenever you're drifting From pillow to pillow You always expect me To lift up my window Whenever you finish Taking on 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're drifting From pillow to pillow You always expect me To lift up my window Whenever you finish Taking on trouble You always expect me To start seeing double I'd rather see you in colour I'd rather see you in colour I'd rather see you in colour