There There (The Boney King of Nowhere) - Radiohead
Merry Christmas Eve, everybody.
There, I said it. I'm a fucking conformist. Now lock me up and execute me forthwith. But, please, before you throw the switch, read a list of my crimes. I want to be reminded of all my failures so I can make sure Minos doesn't miss any.
Two small indentations will always bear silent testimony to this.
I left my fingerprints on a single snowflake to mark my way home, but when I returned to the place, I found only the remains of a searing blue flame. I guess my touch was too loathsome to bear.
Does anybody feel this way?
Does anybody feel like I do?
My fingers are growing cold. They might fall off soon, but I can't feel them, anyway.
If they hadn't sung me to sleep every night, would this God-forsaken curse still be in my blood?
When did my eyes grow dark?
There, I said it. I'm a fucking conformist. Now lock me up and execute me forthwith. But, please, before you throw the switch, read a list of my crimes. I want to be reminded of all my failures so I can make sure Minos doesn't miss any.
Two small indentations will always bear silent testimony to this.
I left my fingerprints on a single snowflake to mark my way home, but when I returned to the place, I found only the remains of a searing blue flame. I guess my touch was too loathsome to bear.
Does anybody feel this way?
Does anybody feel like I do?
My fingers are growing cold. They might fall off soon, but I can't feel them, anyway.
If they hadn't sung me to sleep every night, would this God-forsaken curse still be in my blood?
When did my eyes grow dark?
2 Comments:
Merry Christmas bro.
Hold on, We'll be with you soon.
... bearing the gift thingy I forgot to give you on Thursday.
merry christmas to you, too
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