Тексты песен Thom Yorke

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility You roll in reams across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences that do not rhyme In all that you can ever c

A tear in my brain Allows the voices in They wanna push you off the path With their frequency wires And you can do no wrong In my eyes In my eyes You can do no wrong In my eyes In

I'm in a skip divided malfunction I flap around and dive bomb Frantically around your light Enveloped in a sad distraction I got your voice repeating endlessly Could you guide me in? Could you smother

This dance, this dance Is like a weapon, like a weapon Of self defense, self defense Against the present, against the present "Present Tense" I won't get heavy, don't get heavy Keep it light