Whenever We Finish

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