E-Bow The Letter - R.E.M., Thom Yorke

Look up and what do you see?

All of you and all of me

Fluorescent and starry, some of them, they surprise

The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m, this letter

Fields of poppies, little pearls all the boys and all the girls

Sweet-toothed, each and every one a little scary

I said your name, I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars

Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras

Dreaming of Maria Callas, whoever she is

This fame thing, I don't get it

I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it

Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves

I can take you far, this star thing, I don't get it

I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

Will you live to 83?

Will you ever welcome me?

Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?

Smoke it, drink, here comes the flood, anything to thin the blood

These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet

Phone, eat it, drink, just another chink

Cuts and dents, they catch the light

Aluminum, the weakest link

I don't want to disappoint you, I'm not here to anoint you

I would lick your feet, but is that the sickest move?

I wear my own crown of sadness and sorrow

And who'd have thought tomorrow would be so strange?

My loss, and here we go again

I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over

Look up and what do you see?

All of you and all of me, florescent and starry

And some of them, they surprise

I can't look it in the eyes, seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene

Cherry-flavored neck and collar

I can smell the sorrow on your breath

The sweat, the victory and sorrow, the smell of fear

I got it

I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

It tastes like fear, takes us near

Over, over, over, over, over, over, over, over