Control - Mobius Band

Control

Where does it come from, where does it go?

'Cause we’re restless

And we can never say no

But tonight we’re drawn

Like foxes in the higher cloud

And the sirens moan

Such a complicated song tonight

The moan, such a pretty song

Control

Where does it come from, where does it go?

We come, starlet

And take up the sky

With a swollen appetite

That’ll never tell us why

The wind is at your back

The wind is at your throat

The wind is at your throat

Slowly now

Like a ballerina in the sand

Your mother’s eyes

And you pay the lips to keep clenched tight

And the violin

That you’re clutching in your hand, it moans

Such a complicated song tonight

It moans such a pretty song

Control

Where does it come from, where does it go?

We come, starlet

In the middle of a storm

With the book of appetites

Your mother wrote

Since the wind is at your back

When the wind is at your throat

The wind is at your throat