Lyrics E-Bow The Letter (Live From St. James's Church, London / 2004) - R.E.M. , Thom Yorke

Look up, what do you see?
All of you and all of me, fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise
The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 AM
This letter, fields of poppies, little pearls
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed
Each and every one a little scary
I said your name
I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
Dreaming of Maria Callas, whoever she is
This fame thing, I don't get it
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
I can take you far
This star thing, I don't get it
There, I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Will you live to 83?
Will you ever welcome me?
Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
Smoke it, drink
Here comes the flood
Anything to thin the blood
These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
Phone, eat it, drink
Just another chink
Cuts and dents, they catch the light
Aluminum, the weakest link
I don't want to disappoint you
I'm not here to anoint you
I would lick your feet, but is that the sickest move?
I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow
And who'd have thought tomorrow, could be so strange?
My loss here we go again
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over

Look up and what do you see?
All of you, all of me and fluorescent and starry
And some of them, they surprise
But I can't look it in the eyes
Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow
The smell of fear, I got it
There, I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
It pulls like fear
It tastes like fear
Over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, over