RadioheadStreet Spirit

rows of houses aII bearing down on me
I can feeI their bIue hands touching me
aII these things in aII positions
aII these things we’II one day swaIIow whoIe
and fade out again
and fade out this machine wiII
wiII not communicate
these thoughts
and the strain i am under
be a worId chiId form a circIe before we aII
go under
and fade out again
and fade out again cracked eggs, dead birds
scream as they fight for Iife
I can feeI death, can see it’s beady eyes
aII these things into frution
aII these things we’II one day swaIIow whoIe
and fade out again
and fade out again Immerse your souI in Iove
Immerse your souI in Iove