The Axe (Thom Yorke)

Goddamn machinery Why won't it speak to me? One day I am gonna take an axe to it The pit of hell What does it matter? Where's that love You'd promised me? I'm pierced by long nails By coloured windmills The sorrowful sting Envelope I thought we had it here I thought we had it here I thought we had it here I thought we had it here I thought we had it here I thought we had it here You've asked to speak to me Have you no pity? Give me a goddamn good reason Not to jack it all in I would've told you Daring you to tell yourself I thought we had it here (Could've loved me) (I've had my fill) (I've had my fill of hurt) (Had had my fill of hurt)