The Opposite - Live at Montreux Jazz Festival

What will now, what will now become of us?
A straw is coming, a straw is coming out of us
It goes back and forth, followed by a question mark
I'm lit up like, lit up like a firework

Can we have the next, the next contestant, please?
It's a logical, logical absurdity
I'm quitting un-, quitting unexpectedly
Opposites attract
Ah, in ash and dust and pockets full of emptiness

Ah, he doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything

Objects caught, caught in rear-view mirrors
Well, they sometimes can, sometimes can appear too close
Go back and forth, followed by a question mark

I'm lit up like, lit up like a firework
Predictably enough



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner
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