Twist

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 be-gones 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 be-gones 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 Woe betides and woe be-gones 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 An empty car with the motor left running Look, this face, it isn't me Look, this face, it isn't me --- Twist - Thom Yorke