Gawpers Lyrics by Thom Yorke
[Thom Yorke]
Telephone
Call me
Who put all the *** in your head?
[Thom Yorke]
Tell them things
Saying things
‘Till you break
Filthy walls
[???]
Who put all the *** in your head?
[Thom Yorke]
Pile it in
Half asleep
Half awake
[Thom Yorke]
Let the demons out your head
Let the demons out your head
[Thom Yorke]
How they grow
How they stare
How they go
[Thom Yorke]
We would like some privacy
Strangled roots becoming trees
[Thom Yorke]
How they slip
How they stare
How they go
[Thom Yorke]
Weave into your dream
Weave into your dream
Weave into your dream
Weave
Weave
