Nose Grows Some (Thom Yorke)

I don't know how this night will end If I open up the door To the back of your simple mind And then we'll call the flood When it all becomes too much Spread your last legs In the times you are afraid When the rolling thunder claps If I'm blowing myself away Through the bad times Two birds on a wall Your nose just grows But you're just another drop It is metal and it's cold We'll wait up on the rocks I am waiting on the tide Through the back doors If I'm blowing myself away Under hot fluorescent lights Two birds on a wall Your nose just grows And grows (One day I'll grow up tall I will be with you)