To you, who brought me back to life
To twisted thorns that grow inside
The shingle washing my old bones
Of woe betides and woe be-gones
With just enough love to go 'round
For you who's turning me back on
Doesn't make it right or wrong
The prisoners of the mind
Of woe be-gones and woe betides
And just enough love to go 'round

And just enough love to go 'round
To you who holds the fireflies
Pulls them out from the inside
A tiny shell left in my hand
Woe betides and woe be-gones
With just enough love to go 'round

It's like weed
It's like weed
It's like weed
A boy on a bike, who is running away
An empty car in the woods
The motor left running
It's like weed
It's like weed
It's like weed
An empty car with the motor left running

Look, this face, it isn't me
Look, this face, it isn't me

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Edward Yorke