Eliza Lumley - She Talks In Maths (2008) by Eliza Lumley (보컬) on maniadb.com

I get home from work
and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do

I know all the things around your head
and what they do to you
What are we coming to What are we gonna do

Blame it on the black star
Blame in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite that beams me home

The trouble words of a troubled mind
try to understand what is eating you

try to stay awake but it's 58 hours since that
I last slept with you
What are we coming to
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite that beams me home

What am I coming to
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite that beams me home

BY RADIOHEAD

A HEART THAT'S FULL UP LIKE A LANDFILL,
A JOB THAT SLOWLY KILLS YOU,
BRUISES THAT WON'T HEAL.
YOU LOOK SO TIRED-UNHAPPY,
BRING DOWN THE GOVERMENT,
THEY DON'T, THEY DON'T SPEAK FOR US.
I'LL TAKE A QUIET LIFE,
A HANDSHAKE OF CARBON MONOXIDE,

WITH NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES,
NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES,
NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRIESE,
SILENCE, SILENCE.

THIS IS MY FINAL FIT,
MY FINAL BELLYACHE,

WITH NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES,
NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES,
NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES,

SUCH A PRETTY HOUSE
AND SUCH A PRETTY GARDEN.

NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES
NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES
NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES PLEASE

NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES
NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES
NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES PLEASE

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in your eyes,
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry,
You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world.
And I wish I was special,
You're so fucking special.
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control,
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul,
I want you to notice,
When I'm not around,
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run running out...
Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever you want,
You're so fucking special,

I wish I was special...
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.