Thom Yorke - Twist

To you who brought me back to life The 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 It doesn't make it right or wrong For 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 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 Empty car with the motor left running Look, this face, it isn't me Look, this face, it isn't me