Thom Yorke - Subterranean Homesick Alien | Текст песни

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• Subterranean Homesick Alien

The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell off 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 up-tight

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 me
They'd think that I'd
finally lost it completely
I'd show them the stars
and the meaning of life
They's shut me away but
I'd be alright

I'm just up-tight