Thom Yorke - Nose grows some

^AI don't k^C#mnow how this night will ^F#mend ^AIf I open^C#m up the d^F#moor ^ATo the b^C#mack of your simple m^F#mind ^AAnd th^C#men we'll call the^F#m flood ^AWhen it a^C#mll becomes too ^F#mmuch ^ASpread your l^C#mast l^F#megs ^AIn the ti^C#mmes when you are a^F#mfraid ^AWhen the ro^C#mlling thunder c^F#mlaps ^AIf I'm bl^C#mowing myself ^F#maway ^AThrough t^C#mhe bad ti^F#mmes

^FTwo bi^Erds on a w^Aall ^FYour n^Eose just gr^Aows ^F

^ABut you're j^C#must another ^F#mdrop ^AIt is m^C#metal and it's c^F#mold ^AWe'll wait ^C#mup on the ro^F#mcks ^AI am wai^C#mting on the t^F#mide ^AThrough the ^C#mback do^F#mors ^AIf I'm blo^C#mwing myself a^F#mway ^AUnder hot f^C#mluorescent li^F#mghts

^FTwo b^Eirds on a w^Aall ^FYour n^Eose just g^Arows And ^Fgrows