Lyrics

A million miles of air, it bangs a hole in my face Pencil strays over white paper, boy Three curved lines in battered pictures Wishbones in our throats, wishbones in our throats... Talking of lonesome tonight, you were lying when you said you loved me... Bring on the all-arounders, time's up Wishbones in our throats, wishbones in our throats... You can save your money, because you'll never save your looks Bring on the all-arounders, time's up Wishbones in our throats, wishbones in our throats...