Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Hammond
Composer
Edward O'Brien
Composer
Jonny Greenwood
Composer
Mike Hazlewood
Composer
Philip Selway
Composer
Thom Yorke
Composer
Lyrics
When you were here before
I couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
So very special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
And I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
Oh, oh
She's running out the door
She's running
She run run run run...
Run...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
Written by: Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Jonny Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thom Yorke