歌词
作词 : Thom Yorke
作曲 : Jonny Greenwood/Thom Yorke/Tom Skinner
I'm changing down the gears.
I'm slamming on the brakes.
I've ventured soft top from the '60s.
I come into a bend now.
Skidding around the hairpin.
The sheer drop down the Italian mountainside.
But time is kind of frozen.
And you're gazing at the view.
And I swear I'm seeing double.
No one's going to bring me down.
No way, no how.
I'm letting go of the wheel.
'Cause it might be as well.
It might be as well.
I've got these things.
I've got these arrows.
I force myself to.
I've got these things.
I've got these arrows.
I force myself to.
Turn.
The ground is coming for me now.
We've gone over the edge.
If you got something to say, say it now.
No one's going to bring me down.
No way, no how.
I'm letting go of the wheel.
Despite these things, despite these arrows,
I force myself to.
Despite these things, despite these arrows,
I force myself to.
Turn.