Twist (Thom Yorke)

Twist To you who brought me back to life Twisted thorns that grow inside Shingle washing my old bones Screams woe-betides and woe-be-gones Just enough love to go 'round For you who's turning me back on Doesn't make it right or wrong A prisoners of the mind Of woebegones and woe-betides Just enough love to go 'round Just enough love to go 'round Two hearts a firefly [?] [?] Of woebetides and woebegones Just enough love to go around It's not me It's not me A boy on a bike who is running away An empty car in the woods with the motor left running It's not me It's not me It's not me An empty car with the motor left running And this face it isn't me And this face it isn't me