[00:00.000] 作词 : Thom Yorke
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jonny Greenwood/Nigel Godrich/Thom Yorke/Tom Skinner
[00:30.619] When we realize, we have only to die, then we're out of here
[00:37.845] We're just skirting on the surface
[00:44.420] We have only to click our fingers and we'll disappear
[00:51.602] We're just skirting on the surface
[00:57.761]
[00:58.668] Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice
[01:05.431] Being drawn to the ledge
[01:11.997] When we realize that we are broke and nothing mends
[01:19.575] We can drop under the surface
[01:24.947]
[02:14.475] When we realize we are merely held in suspension
[02:21.797] 'Til someone comes along and shakes us
[02:28.419] As the pattern lines cross our fingers like a web
[02:36.231] Do we die upon the surface?
[02:40.302]
[02:42.395] Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice
[02:49.556] Being drawn to the ledge
[02:58.696] When we realize that we are broke, and nothing mends
[03:05.870] We can drop under the surface