Control - London Grammar

And I guess that’s control

Forgetting your name

And I guess that’s control

Is knowing your place

Let’s watch the earth fall apart

That beautiful decay

Bring your words and bring your art

All of these words we say

Let’s put something magical

So special in a day

And I guess that’s control

It is forgetting your name

I am not organic, no

I was hardwired this way

Perfect sound doesn’t cut it, no

So don’t ask me to change

Hard pride like mechanical

Together on an empty stage

Bring your life and bring your home

Your thoughts and all of your brain

Let’s put something magical

So special in a day

And I guess that’s control

It is forgetting your name

And I guess that’s control…