Twist Songtext
von Thom Yorke

To you who brought me back to life

The twisted thorns that grow inside

The shingle washing my old bones
Of woe betides and woe begones
With just enough love to go ′round
For you who's turning me back on
It doesn′t make it right or wrong
For prisoners of the mind

Of woe begones and woe betides
And just enough love to go 'round


And just enough love to go 'round
To you who holds the fireflies (yeah)
Pulls them out from the inside
A tiny shell left in my hand
Sings woe betides and woe begones
With just enough love to go ′round

It′s like weed
It's like weed
It′s like weed

A boy on a bike who is running away
An empty car in the woods
The motor left running (It's like weed)

It′s like weed
It's like weed

Empty car with the motor left running

Look, this face, it isn′t me
Look, this face, it isn't me