Last I Heard (...He Was Circling The Drain) - Thom Yorke

Little man was hungry They saw him as a tramp With a love note in his pocket, But no money for a stamp, He just sits there in the doorway And he sings his lonely song, Mumbling the cold out of his hands, Watching the shadows weave and dance, Smiling, but in his eyes the chances are gone He was me, He was you, Maybe someone that you knew, There goes everybody's brother, What's his name? Walk on by, Pay no mind, Heartbreaks happen all the time Ain't it cold enough today, so let it rain The painter tries to paint him, And the poet, he tries to see, I think he had a castle, In the man he used to be, He just stuck to us a question, Can you tell me what you've learned? "Nobody knows the truth," he said, "Not till the book has all been read, Follow the one you love instead of the road." He was me, He was you, Maybe someone that you knew, There goes everybody's brother, What's his name? Walk on by, Pay no mind, Heartbreaks happen all the time Ain't it cold enough today, so let it rain He was me, He was you, Maybe someone that you knew, There goes everybody's brother, What's his name? Walk on by, Pay no mind, Heartbreaks happen all the time Ain't it cold enough today, so let it rain Ain't it cold enough today, let it rain Ain't it cold enough today, So let it rain

I'm not on an ego trip i'm nothing on my own i made mistakes i often slip Just common flesh and bones But i'll prove someday just why i say I'm of a special kind For when he was on the cross I was on his mind. The look of love was on his face Thrones were on his head The blood was on his scarlet robe Stained a crimson red Though his eyes were on the crowd that day He looked ahead in time For when he was on the cross I was on his mind. He knew me, yet he loved me He whose glory makes the heavens shine So unworthy of such mercy Yet when he was on the cross I was on his mind. Yet when he was on the cross I was on his mind.

Come under my wings, little bird Come under my wings, little bird Come under my wings Unmade Unmade I swear that there's nothing Up my sleeve And then back again I swear there's nothing Unmade There's no faces Won't grow back again Broken pieces Unmade I swear there's nothing Won't grow back again I swear there's nothing Come under my wings Come under my wings Come under my wings Under my wings We're unmade

The lines are drawn For daily battles The trumpet sound For daily troubles Lock your dreams away And waking up Enough about Your broken heart You're on parade For daily battles The other side It has no face Upon it's cause We can't remember Enough about Your broken heart The lines are drawn For daily battles And I can mend I cannot stop Lock your dreams away You're waking up Enough about Your broken heart