An entropic crunch or a flash in a pan
Waiting for signals and holding your hand
Wondering if I have made a mistake
I'm in the samsāra and I can't escape
Sky folding in like an origami rose
The smell of a pine and the secrets it knows
Gonna sleep in a hollowed-out bus on the floor
Gonna fake like I don't have desire for more
Oh I'm a glass cannon (ooh, ooh, ooh)
There's always been signs (ooh, ooh)
And I will never answer direct questions 'cause you've got (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Your own hidden agenda in mind (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ha-a-a-ah-ah)
(Huh-ah-ah, whee-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Fumbling with catastrophic results
Humbly exchanging all of my hopes
Listing out your favorite artists by name
And attempting to listen without any shamе
Oh I've got a feeling (ooh, ooh, ooh)
That I can't ignore (ooh, ooh)
You're asking whеther I can make decisions yet (ooh, ooh, ooh)
But these are the kind of decorations that you need a garage for (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh-ooh, whee-ooh-ooh-ooh
Hoo-whee-ooh-ooh-whee
Hoo-whee-ooh-ooh
Hoo-whee-ooh, hoo-whee-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Whee-ooh-whee-ooh
Huh-ah-ah, ooh-whee-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Still have no method to how this all works
Mess with the cogs just to see how it turns
A choir with no room for me in the back
I tried this out one week, I'm not goin' back
Oh I'm a glass cannon (ooh, ooh, ooh)
You knew from the start (ooh, ooh)
So from the day you found my wick and lit me up (ooh, ooh, ooh)
You should've expected it to fall apart (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ha-a-a-ah-ah)
(Huh-ah-ah, ooh-whee-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
C-c-c-c-crying to Radiohead isn't lame