Thom Yorke
Come under my wings, little bird
			
Come under my wings, little bird
			
Come under my wings
Unmade, unmade
			
I swear that there's nothing up my sleeves
			
And then back again
			
I swear there's nothing
			
Unmade
There's still no faces
			
Won't grow back again
			
Broken pieces
			
Unmade
I swear there's nothing
			
Won't grow back again
			
I swear there's nothing
Come under my wings
			
Come under my wings
			
Come under my wings
			
Under my wings
			
We're unmade