Back up the cul-de-sac
Come on do your worst
You've quit your job again
And your train of thought

If you could do it all again
A little fairy dust
Thousand tiny birds singing
If you must, you must

Please let me know
When you've had enough
Of the white light
Of the dawn chorus

If you could do it all again
You don't know how much
Pronto, pronto
Moshi, mosh-
Come on, chop, chop

If you could do it all again
Yeah, without a second thought
I don't like leaving
The door shut

I think I missed something
But I'm not sure what
In the middle of the vortex
The wind picked up

Shook up the soot
From the chimney pot
Into spiral patterns
Of you my love

You take a little piece
Then you break it off
It's a bloody racket
It's the dawn chorus

If you could do it all again
Big deal so what?
Please, let me know
When you've had enough

It's the last chance
Ok corral
If you could do it all again
This time with style

Composição: Thom Yorke