White wine and sleeping pills help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films help me get where I belong
I think you’re crazy, baby
I think you're crazy, baby
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, baby
I think you're crazy, baby
I will see you in the next life
I think you’re crazy, baby
I think you're crazy, baby
I think you’re crazy, baby
I think you're crazy, baby
Composição: Colin Charles Greenwood / Edward John O'Brien / Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood / Philip James Selway / Thomas Edward Yorke