subterranean homesick alien
radiohead
the breath of the morning
the smell of the warm summer air
where you can't smell a thing
for cracks in the pavement
of all these weird creatures
who lock up their spirits
drill holes in themselves
and live for their secrets
uptight. i wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane
late at night when i'm driving
take me on board their beautiful ship
show me the world as i'd love to see it
but they'd never believe me
they'd think that i'd finally lost it completely
all right. i'm just uptight