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 backdrifters.

This far but no further.
I'm hanging off a branch.
I'm teetering on the brink.
Oh honey sweet.
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.

Ah ah ah.
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, ah
You fell into a

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