It's lookin' dark from the inside
I'm peekin' out thru the shades
Nobody come to save me
At least not today
OK Computer is streamin'
I'm climbin' up the walls
No surprises for anyone
Lucky to make it at all
I need something to quiet
Be still, my head
Becoming way of life
The mourning of my death
Six degrees is hauntin'
The ghost of my youth
Every day is fleetin'
Why won't you tell me the truth