— RADIOHEAD LYRICS ★ 📻

Keep your cool
Do not give into emotion

An ill wind
Will blow
Will blow

My heart's still pumping
My heart's still pumping

In pitch dark, I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak

I don't know why I
Feel so tongue tied
Don't know why I
Feel so skinned alive

We're talking out the world, talking out the world

These are my twisted words
Went off the roof still walking
I know I should not look down
But I'm so sick of just talking

Wrap me up in the back of the trunk
Packed with foam and blind and drunk
They won't ever take me alive
'Cause they all drive

Stay in the shadows
Cheer at the gallows
This is a round-up
This is a low-flying panic attack

Today I wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
But no-one's looking anyway
I hope they miss me

I just think maybe I'm making a mistake

Mobiles skwerking, mobiles chirping
Take the money and run, take the money and run, take the money

I'm stuck in the TARDIS
Trapped in hyperspace
One minute, snake charming
The next, in a motorcade

I've had these jeans since I was born
And now they're ripped and now they're torn
And all my friends have skateboards

Into your arms (Don't hurt me)
Into your arms (Don't hurt me)
Into your arms (Don't hurt me)
Into your arms (Don't hurt me)
Into your arms (Don't hurt me)
Into your arms (Don't hurt me)
Into your arms (Don't hurt me)
Into your arms (Don't hurt me)
Into your arms (Don't hurt me)

You can walk it home straight from school
You can kiss it, you can break all the rules
All of the rules
But, still...

Everything is broken
Everyone is broken
Everyone is, everyone is broken
Everyone is, everything is broken

That's it, sir, you're leaving (Rain down)
The crackle of pigskin (Rain down)
The dust and the screaming (Come on, rain down)
The yuppies networking (On me)
The panic, the vomit (From a great height)
The panic, the vomit (From a great height)

God loves his children

We're not scaremongering
This is really happening, happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening, happening

Eating well (No more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
A patient, better driver
A safer car (Baby smiling in back seat)
Sleeping well (No bad dreams)
No paranoia

I fell open, I lay under
At the tip off I lost your number
I wanna slip over
And get back under

Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Only, only, only, only
Only, only, only, only
Only, only, only, only
Only, only, only, only
There's someone listening in

Get yourself together, let the light pour in
Pour yourself a hot bath, pour yourself a drink
Nothing's gonna happen without warning

So, knives out, catch the mouse
Don't look down, shove it in your mouth

Blow into this paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at everyone
Blow into this paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at everyone

Turns to stone
And everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up in sugar-coated pills)
Turns to stone

Sweet darling
Sweet times
Sweet darling
Sweet times

When you've had enough of me
When you've had enough of me
Sweet darling
When you've had enough of me
When you've had enough of me

We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods
What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose
One gust and we will probably crumble
We're backdrifters

Don't forget that you are our son
Now go back to bed
We just know that you'll do well
You won't come to harm
Death to all who stand in your way
Wake, my dear

Forget about your house of cards
And I'll do mine
Forget about your house of cards
And I'll do mine

Fall off the table
And get swept under

We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods
What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose
One gust and we will probably crumble
We're backdrifters

Up on the ladder
Try to call out your name
Up on the ladder
You're all the fucking same