Her Revolution Burial, Four Tet & Thom Yorke

She waits, she waits
Wily as a fox
She is watching us now
She will sell us out
Our treasure, our treasure
Cracks appearing at the centre
On a dying star
Breaking through the moonlight


A darling revolution
It is always in love
Cracks appear in the centre
While we go spinning
Walking offline
As wings up in the sky
Cheaper than another
We are breaking apart
Cracks appearing at the centre
She's on this revolution
At such a cost
Says all this revolution

How my wooden heart
It feels nothing