Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life
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I read somewhere that Radiohead were trying to recapture the Motion Picture Soundtracks of the 1920 and 1930s, the warmth and depth of them. The harmonium is really wonderful, and proves what a genius Johnny Greenwood is... During the recording of Kid A, Thom became disillusioned with life and the people around him - and this song, and the whole album, seem to echo that feeling. (I read about the disillusionment in a Blender interview - so I'm not just making stuff up)