Songtexte: The Whigs. Written Invitation.

Freeze me with your smile and say my name.
And I'm already gone.
If you're on the 118, I'll find you on the 118.

And if you want, I'll talk.
And break my head. The spotlight stares in off.
If you're on the 118, I'll find you on the 118.

I swear I care what you wear.
All your thoughts rolled up and down your sleeves.
And I need to see a written invitation please.

So if you are my fire, then yell my name.
And up, I'm ready on.
If you're on the 118, I'll find you on the 118.

I swear I care what you wear.
All your thoughts rolled up and down your sleeves.
And I need to see a written invitation please.
Yeah I need to see a written invitation please.
Yeah I need to see a written invitation

(Thanks to Caitlin for these lyrics)