Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong

I think you’re crazy, maybe
I think you’re crazy, maybe

Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It’s not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies

I think you’re crazy, maybe
I think you’re crazy, maybe

I will see you in the next life

Original last verse not included on Kid A:

Beautiful angel
Pulled apart at birth
Limbless and helpless
I can’t even recognize you

I think you’re crazy, maybe
I think you’re crazy, maybe
I think you’re crazy, maybe
I think you’re crazy, maybe
I think you’re crazy, maybe
I think you’re crazy, maybe

I will see you in the next life