(Composição: Thom Yorke, Colin Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Jonny Greenwood e Phil Selway) I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection It's always best with the covers up I am the pick in the ice Do not cry out or hit the alarm You know we're friends 'til we die And either way you turn I'll be there Open up your skull I'll be there Climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off It's always better on the outside Fifteen blows to the back of your head Fifteen blows to your mind So lock the kids up safe tonight Shut the eyes in the cupboard I've got the smell of a local man Who's got the loneliest feeling That either way he turns I'll be there Open up your skull I'll be there Climbing up the walls Climbing up the walls Climbing up the walls
