Thom Yorke

Come on, come on
Ты think Ты drive me crazy
Come on, come on
Ты and whose army?
Ты and your cronies
Come on, come on
Holy roman empire
Come on if Ты think
Come on if Ты think
Ты can take us all on
Ты can take us all on

Ты and whose army?
Ты and your cronies

Ты forget so easily
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Ghost horses..

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one день глотать, ласточка whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one день глотать, ласточка whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE