I never really got there I just pretended that I had. What's the point of instruments? Words are a sawed off shotgun. — Radiohead Copy Share Image
The infrastructure will collapse. Voltage spikes. Throw your keys in the bowl. Kiss your husband goodnight. — Radiohead Copy Share Image
I never really got there I just pretended that I had. What's the point of instruments? Words are a sawed off shotgun. — Radiohead Copy Share Image
“Limb by limb and tooth by tooth, Tearing up inside of me, Every day, every hour, just wish that I... Was bulletproof” — Radiohead Copy Share Image
Slowly we unfurl. As lotus flowers. 'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick just to see what if. — Radiohead Copy Share Image
“Still cries at a good film, Still kisses with saliva, No longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick, That's driven… — Radiohead Copy Share Image
“All I Need I’m the next act waiting in the wings I’m an animal Trapped in your hot car I am all the days… — Radiohead Copy Share Image
There's an empty space inside my heart. Where the weeds take root and now. I'll set you free, I'll set you free. — Radiohead Copy Share Image
Her green plastic watering can for her fake Chinese rubber plant. In the fake plastic earth that she bought from a rubber man. — Radiohead Copy Share Image
Before you run away from me before you're lost between the notes. The beat goes round and round. — Radiohead Copy Share Image
She lives with a broken man. A cracked polystyrene man. Who just crumbles and burns. — Radiohead Copy Share Image
