Lyrics Not the News - Thom Yorke

Who are these people?
In black treacle
Cue sliding violins
In sympathy
But I'm not running
Enough of broken glass
Enough so I can leave
My dancing feet
A fortune teller
With sea bird feathers
Cue the sliding violins
In sympathy, yeah
I'm not running
Enough of broken glass
Enough so I can leave
My dancing feet