Radiohead. Subterranean Homesick Alien

Radiohead: Subterranean Homesick Alien

The breath of the morning

I keep forgetting

The smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town

Where you can’t smell a thing

You watch your feet

For cracks in the pavement

Up above

Aliens hover

Making home movies

For the folks back home

Of all these weird creatures

Who lock up their spirits

Drill holes in themselves

And live for their secrets

They’re all uptight

Uptight.. (x7)

I wish that they’d swoop down in a country lane

Late at night when I’m driving

Take me on board their beautiful ship

Show me the world as I’d love to see it

I’d tell all my friends

But they’d never believe

They’d think that I’d finally lost it completely

I’d show them the stars

And the meaning of life

They’d shut me away

But I’d be all right

All right..

I’m just uptight

Uptight.. (x7)

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