Radiohead

I'm walkin' out
in a force ten gale.
birds thrown around
bullets for hail.
the roof is pullin' off by its fingernails.
your voice is rapping on my window sill

yesterday's headlines blown by the wind.
yesterday's people end up scatterbrain.
any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fall in)
a moving target in a firin' range.

somewhere I'm not
scatterbrain.
somewhere I'm not
scatterbrain.
lightning fuse
powercut.
scatterbrain.