Interference (Thom Yorke)

We stare into each other’s eyes, like jackdaws, like ravens. A crowd may open up and swallow us, in an instant, an instant. But I don’t have the right to interfere, to interfere. I don’t have the right to interfere, to interfere. In the future, we will change our numbers and lose contact. In the future, leaves will turn brown when we want them. And I don’t have the right to interfere, to interfere. I don’t have the right to interfere, to interfere. I don’t have the right to interfere, to interfere.