And when the time is right And when the end has come Maybe you can't, maybe you can't be arsed (Can't be arsed) For half a million (For half a million) That's your opinion That's how your story goes A magic rain-, a magic rainbow (A magic rainbow) So big, it bends the light high, high
You know it takes away It takes the fun out Maybe I can't, maybe I can't be arsed This crashing currency These kind of phone calls (These kind of phone calls) These candy aerosols These massive e-, these massive egos So big, they bend the light high, high
Who knows what it wants from me? This goes where it wants to be Honey for the honey bee But I am gonna count to three Keep this shit away from me
Honestly? Maybe you should read the room What on earth? Come on, honey, read the room
Who knows what it wants from me? This goes where it wants to be Honey for the honey bee But I am gonna count to three Keep that shit away from me
"Come on out Come on out We know You're in there We know You're in there" Everybody thinks so Everybody thinks so Everybody thinks so
Compositores: Jonny Greenwood. Thom Yorke, Tom Skinner