Backdrifts - Radiohead

We’re rotten fruit

We’re damaged goods

What the hell, we’ve got nothing more to lose

One gust and we will probably crumble

We’re backdrifting

This far, but no further

I’m hanging off a branch

I’m teetering on the brink of

Honey sweets, so full of sleep

I’m backsliding

You fell into our arms

You fell into our arms

We tried but there was nothing we could do

Nothing we could do

All evidence has been buried

All tapes have been erased

But your footsteps give you away

So you’re backtracking

You fell into our arms

You fell into our arms

We tried but there was nothing we could do

Nothing we could do

You fell into our, you fell into our…

We’re rotten fruit

We’re damaged goods

What the hell, we’ve got nothing more to lose

One gust and we will probably crumble

We’re backdrifters