Scatterbrain - Radiohead

I’m walking out in a force ten gale

Birds thrown around, bullets for hail

The roof is pulling off by its fingernails

Your voice is rattlin' on my window sill

Yesterday’s headlines blown by the wind

Yesterday’s people end up scatterbrain

A moving target in a firing range

Somewhere I’m not

Scatterbrain

Somewhere I’m not

Scatterbrain

Lightning fuse, powercut

Scatterbrain