Unmade Thom Yorke

[Verse 1]
Come under my wings, little bird
Come under my wings, little bird
Come under my wings

[Verse 2]
Unmade, unmade
I swear that there's nothing up my sleeves
And then back again
I swear there's nothing
Unmade

[Verse 3]
There's no faces
Won't grow back again
Broken pieces
Unmade

[Verse 4]
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