Controlled Amnesia from Controlled Amnesia by Recteur Schmitt

Haven't we met somewhere before?
Yes I'm sure I've seen your pretty face just outside my door.
Didn't you knock and then run, ring the bell just for fun,
leaving me asking for more and what for?

Number the days and count them down.
Yes, you're right when you say these blast-offs are not reknown.
I feel pain and sorrow, there is no tomorrow.
Be leaving and believing that you'll be gone.

Was it better for me to hold than to seize ya,
since there's no such thing as controlled amnesia.
Was it better for me to hold than to seize ya,
since there's no such thing as controlled amnesia.

Spilling my heart out in your hands.
Remember when we first embraced and there were no further demands.
You forgot when we kissed, a memory hard to resist.
And slept through my one-night stands.

Was it better for me to hold than to seize ya,
since there's no such thing as controlled amnesia.
Was it better for me to hold than to seize ya,
since there's no such thing as controlled amnesia.

Betraying your body with my mind.
When letters are all we have to keep me in line.
I am puckering there, kissing only thin air.
Another body gives the all-clear sign.

Was it better for me to hold than to seize ya,
since there's no such thing as controlled amnesia.
Was it better for me to hold than to seize ya,
since there's no such thing as controlled amnesia.

• Cabaret Punk
• Punk
• alternative pop
• cabaret pop
• gypsy punk
• Seattle