Speech Bubbles - Live at Montreux Jazz Festival

We run for the hills
We run like fools
A city is aflame
The bells ringing
The bells ringing

Devastation has come
Left in a station with a note upon
Now, there's never anywhere
The scene is rolled away and lights are taken down
On a newspaper stand
Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down
I lie to myself
Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down

Who'll find a cab
In the pouring rain?
Who'll find a vein
To put the needle in?
Who hears that voice?
It's like bells ringing

How will I know you?
How will I know you?
How will I know you?

(Merci)



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