Interpret:

Thom Yorke

Album:

Spitting Feathers

Is this a free seat?
Which way you heading?
You keep pushing and you keep pushing.
Between the whipcrack
and the moonbeams
I said coachman where we heading?
The gleaming teeth
of the inbeween
I can hear some people laughing.
Is this a stitch up?
I am not willing.
So I am turning you off and then I'm counting.
I regret.
I turn the clock back.
To where I wasn't taken in.
I jump out
of a window
and get lost in a jetstream.
Whis is a ghost coach
that we are riding
damp decay and splintering.
Between the whipcrack
and the moonbeams
I can hear some people laughing.
We need a rubber man
we need a stretchy man
I'm not sure I am welcome.
You are a fool
and this is over
over the Cliffs of Dover.
I regret.
I turn the clock back.
To where I wasn't taken in.
I jump out
of a window
and get lost in a jetstream.
You're beautiful
until I get close
you have the eyes of a mountain goat.
A coat of mildew
a bad smell
and the strap broke in my hand.
Now I wanna turn back.
Turn back.
I wanna turn back.
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
I wanna turn back
I wanna turn back
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
I wanna turn back
I'm on my back
Turn back.