Reviews
1 review- 4.0
The album's loudest ache — that two-note bass throb under a confession of dependency, blooming into the rare Radiohead wall-of-sound climax.
Lyrics
I'm the next act waiting in the wings I'm an animal trapped in your hot car I am all the days that you choose to ignore You are all I need You're all I need I'm in the middle of your picture Lying in the reeds I am a moth who just wants to share your light I'm just an insect trying to get out of the night I only stick with you because there are no others You are all I need You're all I need I'm in the middle of your picture Lying in the reeds ... It's all wrong, it's all wrong, it's all wrong It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's all wrong, it's alright It's alright, it's alright