Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird Where are you now when I need you? Alone on an aeroplane Falling asleep against the window pane My blood will thicken I need to wash myself again To hide all the dirt and pain 'Cause I'd be scared That there's nothing underneath And who are my real friends? Have they all got the bends? Am I really sinking this low? My baby's got the bends We don't have any real friends I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen And I wish it was the sixties I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish I wish that something would happen Where do we go from here? The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear And where are you? They brought in the CIA The tanks and the whole marines To blow me away To blow me sky high My baby's got the bends We don't have any real friends I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen I wish it was the sixties I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish I wish that something would happen I want to live and breathe I want to be part of the human race I want to live and breathe I want to be part of the human race, race, race, race Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird Where are you now, when I need you? Lyrics: Thom Yorke Music: Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, Colin Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Phil Selway