I’m not here, this isn’t happening.
I’m not here, this isn’t happening.
This is what you get when you mess with us.
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry.
Rust in the mountain, rust in the brain, the air is sacred here in spite of your claim.
A surprisingly warm tone gives way to something more fractured, shattered, and eventually becomes somewhat haunting. Well, this is Radiohead, right?