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 and 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

Oh she's a dying art

She's a weathered leaf

At times a thunderstorm

And I'm a prodigal boy

With my back to the wall

I'm the atomic bomb

And she said she said and 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