Oh she's a dying art
She's a wet leaf,
At times of thunderstormAnd he's a prodigal sun, 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 rideOh she's a dying art
She's a wet leaf,
At times of thunderstormAnd I'm a prodigal one,
With my back to the wall,
I'm 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 rideI 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
For a ride (2x)