Jetstream

Thom Yorke -Jetstream

Written by ：Thom Yorke

This is a free seat

Which way you heading

You keep pushing and you keep pushing

Between the whip crack and the moonbeams

I said coachman where we heading

The gleaming teeth

Of the in between

I can hear some people laughing

Is this a stitch up

I am not willing

So I am turning you off and then I'm counting

I regret

I turn the clock back

To where I wasn't taken in

I jump out of the window

And get lost in a jet stream

This is a ghost coach

That we are riding

Damp decay and splintering

Between the whip crack and the moonbeams

I can hear some people laughing

We need a rubber man

We need a stretchy man

I'm not sure I am welcome

You are a fool

And this is over

Over the cliffs of Dover

I regret

I turn the clock back

To where I wasn't taken in

I jump out of a window

And get lost in a jet stream

You're beautiful

Until I get close

You have the eyes of a mountain goat

A coat of mildew

A bad smell

And the strap broke in my hand

Now I wanna turn back

I wanna turn back

Turn back

I wanna turn back

I wanna turn back

Turn back

Turn back

I wanna turn back

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

I wanna turn back

I wanna turn back

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

I wanna turn back

Turn back

I'm on my back

I wanna turn back

Turn back