Текст песни Control - Mobius Band

Control

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