Bring a a tape recorderHang the coatThat is since the

Transport, motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingSentimental (?)Clinging

This is the placeSit down, you're safe nowYou've been stuck in

wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your

If i'm gonna talkI just want to talkNo evaluationsNo deliberationsTearing me

never learnThey never learnBeyond the pointOf no returnOf no

your mouth wideThe universal sighAnd while the ocean bloomsIt's

have gone berserkI cannot keep upTreading on people's toesSnot-nosed

let out of the bottleIt is now the witching

it comesHere it comesI can feel the hills explodingExploding

feel betterI feel better now you've goneI got betterI

it downMmm, got a little somethingStart hitting through

Age coming, Ice Age comingLet me hear both sidesLet

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

1: Thom Yorke & Background you were here beforeCouldn't

I've fallen out of bed from a long and vivid

This is called never wanted anything but thisI tried

will stop, I will stop at nothingSay the right

JimCaught himself lookin' for the deadStep awayStick around for

you this numberSo under glass like I