Radiohead - Backdrifts |
Radiohead We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods One gust and we will probably crumble What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose We're backdrifters This far but no further I'm hanging off a branch Oh honey sweet I'm teetering on the brink So full of sleep I'm backsliding You fell into our arms We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do You fell into our arms All tapes have been erased All evidence has been buried But your footsteps give you away Ah ah ah So you're backtracking You fell into our arms You fell into our arms We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do You fell into our, ah You fell into a We're rotten fruit What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose We're backdriftersWe're damaged goods One gust and we will probably crumble |
