(Thom Yorke):This is for all the people upon the lawn.
They love me like I was a brother
They protect me, listen to me
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine, made me happy
Nice dream, nice dream, nice dream
I call up my friend, the good angel
But she's out with her ansaphone
She says that she'd love to come help but
The sea would electrocute us all
Nice dream...
Nice dream...