Thom Yorke The Axe
Goddamn machinery
Why don't you speak to me?
One day I am gonna take an axe to it
The pitter patter
What does it matter?
Where's that love
You'd promised me?
I'm pierced by long nails
By coloured windmills
The soft sustain
Envelope
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
You bastards speak to me
Have you no pity?
Give me a goddamn good reason
Not to jack it all in
You would've sold you
I'm daring you to turn yourself off
I thought we had a deal
(Could've loved me)
(I've had my fill)
(I've had my fill of hurt)
(Had had my fill of hurt)