Controller

Oh, she's a dying art

She's a weathered leaf

At times, a thunderstorm

And he's a prodigal son

With his back to the wall

He's an atomic bomb

And she said, she said, she says

I remember you

Your switch-blade eyes

The coolest thing to do

Was to let you come inside

Hands behind my back

My tongue tied

Bear with me now

Let's go for a ride

She's a dying art

She's a weathered leaf

At times, a thunderstorm

And I'm the prodigal love

With my back to the wall

I'm the atomic bomb

And she said, she said, she says

I remember you

Your switch-blade eyes

The coolest thing to do

Was to let you come inside

Hands behind my back

My tongue tied

Bear with me now

Let's go for a ride

I remember you

Your switch-blade eyes

The coolest thing to do

Was to let you come inside

Hands behind my back

My tongue tied

Bear with me now

Let's go for a ride

For a ride

For a ride