Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TRACES
TRACES
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin Greenwood
Colin Greenwood
Songwriter
Philip Selway
Philip Selway
Songwriter
Thom Yorke
Thom Yorke
Songwriter
Edward O'Brien
Edward O'Brien
Songwriter
Jonny Greenwood
Jonny Greenwood
Songwriter

Letras

Two jumps in a week, I bet you Think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop You kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never, ever stop You broke another mirror You're turning into something you are not Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Drying up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love Ohh, and they're the ones who'll hate you When you think you've got the world all figured out Oh, they're the ones who'll spit at you You will be the one screaming out Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry No, oo-oooh, ohh No, oo-oooh, ooh No, oo-oooh, oooh Oo-ooh, ooh Oh, it's the best thing that you've ever had The best thing that you've ever, ever had It's the best thing that you've ever had The best thing that you've had is gone away
Writer(s): Edward John O'brien, Philip James Selway, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Colin Charles Greenwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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