RadioheadGlass Eyes

hey it’s me
I just got off the train
a frightening place
their faces are concrete grey
and I’m wondering, should I turn around?
buy another ticket
panic is coming on strong
so cold, from the inside out
no great job, no message coming in
and you’re so small
glassy-eyed light of day
glassy-eyed light of day. the path trails off
and heads down a mountain
through the dry bush,
I don’t know where it leads
I don’t really care
and the path trails off
and heads down a mountain
through the dry bush,
I don’t know where it leads
I don’t really care. I feel this often, go
I feel this often, go.