"The Mad Bomber" lyrics

The Mad Bomber's on my mind
Some nascent paranoia that I cannot define
The mad bomber's on my mind
Been starin' at your movie
I think I'm going blind

Could've only been a summer
Could've only been a day
Could be my imagination
Could be many things at play
So hold me in your bony arms
Before I float away

The Mad Bomber's on my mind
A new and thrilling impulse
To live a life of crime
I find myself unsteady against the howling winds of time
I love you, now you're leaving
Well, I won't be far behind