Year: 1995 - Album: The Bends
Written by Colin Charles Greenwood/Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood/Brien Edward John O/Philip James Selway/Thomas Edward Yorke
F#m A E E two jumps in a week i bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy. F#m A E E flying on your motorcycle. watching all the ground beneath you drop. F#m A E E you'd kill yourself for recognition. kill yourself to never ever stop. F#m A E E you broke another mirror. you're turning into something you are not. F#m A E E don't lead me high, don't lead me dry, F#m A E E don't lead me high, don't lead me dry. F#m A E E F#m A E drying up in conversation you will be the one who cannot talk. F#m A all your insides fall to pieces. you just sit there wishing you could E still make love. F#m A they're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the E world all sussed out. F#m A E they're the ones who'll spit at you. you will be the one screaming out. F#m A E E don't lead me high, don't lead me dry, F#m A E E don't lead me high, don't lead me dry. Solo F#m A E E F#m A E E F#m A it's the best thing that you ever had. the best thing that you E ever ever had. F#m A it's the best thing that you ever had. the best thing that you E had has gone away. F#m A E E don't lead me high, don't lead me dry, F#m A E E don't lead me high, don't lead me dry. F#m A E E don't lead me high, F#m A E don't lead me high, don't leave me dry.