The Axe - Thom Yorke

Goddamn machinery

Why don’t you speak to me?

One day I am gonna take an axe to it

The pitter patter

What does it matter?

Where’s that love

You’d promised me?

I’m pierced by long nails

By coloured windmills

The soft sustain

Envelope

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

You bastards speak to me

Have you no pity?

Give me a goddamn good reason

Not to jack it all in

You would’ve sold you

I’m daring you to turn yourself off

I thought we had a deal

(Could've loved me)

(I've had my fill)

(I've had my fill of hurt)

(Had had my fill of hurt)