Thom Yorke
​Soft Pain VOX
Your power
Listen woman
I'm just about there to sell your sell and the chances of hell
High on the fountain, the call in your eyes and it just says enough
[?] never saw him alive
Oh babe, it just isn’t cold
Darling, for the sum of your life
Maybe it's a chance for lives above
Maybe it's the chance on a chemical
I don’t know
Just let it go [?]
There
Yeah

I'm a chance on a corner
Tryna get through to you
We know what you know
Isn't easin' this world of their toll
Yeah, an' I'm just chemicals
Oh, twistin' your hair, oh [fuck me up?]
Oh, twistin' your curls
I must, I must control it
I must, I must control it
I must, I must control it
I must, I must control it
I must, I must control it
I must, I must control it
I must