Nose Grows Some - Thom Yorke

I don’t know how this night will end

If I open up the door

To the back of your simple mind

And then we’ll call the flood

When it all becomes too much

Spread your last legs

In the times you are afraid

When the rolling thunder claps

If I’m blowing myself away

Through the bad times

Two birds on a wall

Your nose just grows

But you’re just another drop

It is metal and it’s cold

We’ll wait up on the rocks

I am waiting on the tide

Through the bad times

If I’m blowing myself away

Under hot fluorescent lights

Two birds on a wall

Your nose just grows and grows

One day I’ll grow up tall

I will be with you