Feb 14, 2006 04:12
Red wine and sleeping pills,
Help me get back to your arms,
Cheap sex and sad films,
Help me get back where I belong.
I think you're crazy, maybe,
I think you're crazy, maybe...
Stop sending letters...
Letters always get burned.
It's not like the movies,
They fed us on little white lies.
I think you're crazy, maybe,
I think you're crazy, maybe...
I will see you in the next life...
Motion Picture Soundtrack, by Radiohead.