Subterranean Homesick Alien

Subterranean Homesick Alien

Radiohead

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.

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.

I wish that they'd sweep 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 alright, alright,

I'd be alright,

I'm alright.

I'm just uptight, uptight,

uptight, uptight,

uptight, uptight,

uptight, uptight,

uptight.