Subterranean Homesick Alien

The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town
Where you can’t smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement

High up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home

Of all these weird creatures
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves
And live for their secrets

They’re all uptight, uptight
Uptight, uptight
Uptight, uptight
Up

I wish that they’d swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I’m driving
Take me on board their beautiful ship
Show me the world as I’d love to see it

I’d tell all my friends
But they’d never believe me
They’d think that I’d finally
Lost it completely

I’d show them the stars
And the meaning of life
They’d shut me away
But I’d be all right
All right
I’m all right

I’m just uptight, uptight
Uptight, uptight
Uptight, uptight
Uptight

OK Computer - Radiohead

No Comments yet.
Leave a Comment