Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool Lyrics
Burn The Witch
Stay in the shadows
Cheer at the gallows
This is a round up
This is a low flying panic attack
Sing a song on the jukebox that goes
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
We know where you live
Red crosses on wooden doors
And if you float you burn
Loose talk around tables
Abandon all reason
Avoid all eye contact
Do not react
Shoot the messengers
This is a low flying panic attack
Sing the song of sixpence that goes
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
We know where you live
We know where you live
Writer: Colin Greenwood, Jonny Greenwood, Edward O'Brien, Philip Selway, Thom Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Daydreaming
Dreamers
They never learn
They never learn
Beyond the point
Of no return
Of no return
And it's too late
The damage is done
The damage is done
This goes
Beyond me
Beyond you
The white room
By a window
Where the sun comes
Through
And we are
Just happy to serve
Just happy to serve
You
Writer: Colin Greenwood, Jonny Greenwood, Edward O'Brien, Philip Selway, Thom Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Decks Dark
And in your life, there comes the darkness
There's a spacecraft blocking out the sky
And there's nowhere to hide
You run to the back and you cover your ears
But it's the loudest sound you've ever heard
Now we're trapped, we're dark cloud's people
We are helpless to resist
In your darkest hour
But it was just a laugh, just a lie
Just a laugh, just a laugh
Even at this angle
And so we crumble
A 10-ton head, made of wet sand
This dread still covers us
You've gotta be kidding me
The grass grows over me
Your face in the glass, in the glass
It was just a laugh just a laugh
It's whatever you say it is
Split infinitive
And in your life, there comes the darkness
There's a spacecraft blocking out the sky
And there's nowhere to hide
You run to the back and you cover your ears
It's the loudest sound you've ever heard
In your darkest hour
Have you had enough of me?
Have you had enough of me
Sweet darling
Have you had enough of me?
Have you had enough of me?
Sweet darling
Sweet time
Sweet dark
Sweet dark
Writer: COLIN GREENWOOD, JONATHAN GREENWOOD, EDWARD JOHN O' BRIEN, PHILIP SELWAY, THOMAS YORKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Desert Island Disk
Now as I go upon my way
So let me go upon my way
Born of a light
Born of a light
The wind rushing round my open heart
An open ravine
In my spirit white
Totally alive
In my spirit light
Through an open doorway
Across a street
To another life
And catching my reflection in a window
Switching on a light
One I didn't know
Totally alive
Totally released
Waking, waking up from shutdown
From a thousand years of sleep
Yeah you, you know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
Standing on the edge of you
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
Different types of love
Different types of love
Different types of love
Are possible
Are possible
Are possible
Are possible
Writer: Colin Greenwood, Jonathan Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Ful Stop
You really messed up everything
You really messed up everything
But you can take it all back again
Strike up what's in the box
Why should I be good if you're not?
This is a foul tasting medicine
A foul tasting medicine
To be trapped in your full stop
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up (all the good times)
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up (all the good times)
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up (all the good times)
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess you up (all the good times)
All the good times
All the good times
All the good times
All the good times
All the good times
Take me back again
Take me back
Take me back again
Oh
You really me
Really mess
Ah
You really messed up
You really messed up
You really messed up
You really messed up this time (ah)
You really messed up
You really messed up
You really messed up
You really messed up this time (ah)
Writer: Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Glass Eyes
Hey it's me
I just got off the train
A frightening place
Their faces are concrete grey
And I'm wondering, should I turn around?
Buy another ticket
Panic is coming on strong
So cold, from the inside out
No great job, no message coming in
And you're so small
Glassy eyed light of day
Glassy eyed light of day
The path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
And I don't really care
Now the path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
And I don't really care
I feel this love to the core
I feel this love turn cold
Writer: Colin Greenwood, Jonathan Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Identikit
Sweet-faced ones with nothing left inside
That we all can love, that we all can love, that we all
Sweet-faced ones with nothing left inside
That we all can love, that we all can love, that we all
When I see you messing me around
I don't want to know, I don't want to know, I don't want to
When I see you messing me around
I don't want to know, I don't want to know, I don't want to know
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Pieces of a ragdoll mankind
That we can't create, that we can't create, that we can't
Pieces of a ragdoll mankind
That we can't create, that we can't create
When I see you messing me around
I don't want to know, I don't want to know, I don't want
When I see you messing me around
I don't want to know, I don't want to know, I don't want to know
Writer: Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Numbers
It holds us like a phantom
The touch is like a breeze
It shines its understanding
See the moon smiling
Open on all channels
Ready to receive
And we're not at the mercy
Of your shimmers or spells
Your shimmers or spells
We are of the earth
To her we do return
The future is inside us
It's not somewhere else
It's not somewhere else
It's not somewhere else
(One day at a time)
One day at a time
We call upon the people
People have this power
The numbers don't decide
The system is a lie
The river running dry
The wings of a butterfly
And you may pour us away like soup
Like we're pretty broken flowers
We'll take back what is ours
Take back what is ours
One day at a time
Writer: Colin Greenfield, Jonathan Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Present Tense
This dance
This dance
It's like a weapon
It's 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 and
Keep it moving
I am doing
No harm
As my world
Comes crashing down
I'll be dancing
Freaking out
Deaf, dumb, and blind
In you I'm lost
In you I'm lost
I won't turn around when the penny drops
I won't stop now
I won't slack off
Or all this love
Will be in vain
Stop from falling
Down a mine
It's no one's business but mine
Well, all this love
Has been in vain
In you I'm lost
In you I'm lost
In you I'm lost
In you I'm lost
Writer: Colin Greenwood, Jonathan Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief
All the holes at once are coming alive, set free
Out of sight and out of mind, lonely
And they pray
The ones you light your fires to keep away
Crawling out upon, expending
And all you have to do is say yeah
All the birds stay up in the trees
All the fish swim down too deep lonely
And they pray
Honey, come to me before it's too late
The ones you light your fires to keep away
Is crawling out upon, expelling
And all you have to do is say yeah
Writer: Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
True Love Waits
I'll drown my beliefs
To have your babies
I'll dress like your niece
And wash your swollen feet
Just don't leave
Don't leave
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile
Just don't leave
Don't leave
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave
Don't leave
Writer: Edward John O'Brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.