thom yorke
In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don't reach out, don't reach out)
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (don't reach out, don't reach out)
There there..
Why so green
And lonely
Heaven sent you To me
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting
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