мир спасут любовь и массовые расстрелы
Even though I might, even thought I try, I can't



So many things that keep, that keep me underground

So many words that I, that I can never find



If you give up on me now

I'll be gutted like I've never been before

Even though I might, even thought I try



I can't



Please forget the words that I just blurted out

It wasn't me it was my strange and creeping doubt///






@музыка: radiohead