Twist - Thom Yorke

To you who brought me back to life

To twisted thorns that grow inside

The shingle washing my old bones

Of woe betides and woe begones

With just enough love to go 'round

For you who's turning me back on

Doesn't make it right or wrong

The prisoners of the mind

Of woe begones and woe betides

And just enough love to go 'round

And just enough love to go 'round

To you who holds the fireflies

Pulls them out from the inside

A tiny shell left in my hand

Sings woe betides and woe begones

With just enough love to go 'round

It's like weed

It's like weed

It's like weed

It's like weed

A boy on a bike who is running away

An empty car in the woods, the motor left running

It's like weed

It's like weed

It's like weed

It's like weed

An empty car with the motor left running

Look, this face, it isn't me

Look, this face, it isn't me