Where do we go from here?
The words [bad word] out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Falling asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken

I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared
That there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
I really sinking this low?

My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish
I wish that something would happen

Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA
The tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away
To blow me sky high

My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish
I wish that something would happen

I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race
I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race, race, race, race

Where do we go from here?
The words [bad word] out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you?

Lyrics: Thom Yorke
Music: Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, Colin Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Phil Selway