Dawn Chorus - Thom Yorke

Back up the cul-de-sac

Come on, do your worst

You quit your job again

And your train of thought

If you could do it all again

A little fairy dust

A thousand tiny birds singing

If you must, you must

Please let me know

When you’ve had enough

Of the white light

Of the dawn chorus

If you could do it all again

You don’t know how much

Pronto pronto

moshi mosh

Come on, chop chop

If you could do it all again

Yeah, without a second thought

I don’t like leaving

The door shut

I think I missed something

But I’m not sure what

In the middle of the vortex

The wind picked up

Shook up the soot

From the chimney pot

Into spiral patterns

Of you, my love