Oh she's a dying art
She's a weathered leaf,
At times a thunderstormAnd he's a prodigal son, with his back to the wall,
He's an atomic bombAnd she said she said and she says: I remember you,
Your switch-blade eyesThe 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
Oh she's a dying art
She's a weathered leaf,
At times a thunderstormAnd I'm a prodigal boy,
With my back to the wall,
I'm the atomic bombAnd she said she said and she says: I remember you,
Your switch-blade eyesThe 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 rideI 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 (2x)
