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