I'm in a skip divided, malfunction
I flap around and dive bomb
Frantically around your lie
Enveloped in a sad distraction
I've got your voice repeating endlessly
Could you guide me in
Could you smother meI'd swoop around your head
But I never hit
I'm blinded by your daylight
Electric veins passed through me
I thought there was this big connection
I only got my name and I got this situationI just need a number and location
Without appropriate papers or permissions
I'm no to buy tight situation
And then I head into your french windows
I thought there was this big connection
I only got my name
I only got my situationI just need my number and location
The wall keeps telling me
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Hey Hey, The devil may
Hey Hey, Hey Hey, Hey HeyYeah, you are a fool, you are a fool
For sticking round, for sticking roundYeah, you are a fool, you are a fool
For sticking round, for sticking roundI've done every trick in the book
I tried to look at you
Every trick in the book
How come I look?No more common dress or elliptical caress
Don't look into your eyes cause you're desperately in love, in love, in loveWhen you walk in a room everything disappears
When you walk in a room it's a terrible mess
When you walk in a room I start to melt
When you walk in a room I follow you 'round
Like a dog I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a lapdog
I'm your lapdog, yeahI just got my number and location
I just need my number and location
Songwriters
Yorke, Thomas EdwardPublished by
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