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