synopsis of a radiohead.

But me/everybody else is around me.
This is not special,but i wish i was different.
Would you make me wonder why,
as the soft loop of days go by.
through hot plate dances
and cold face flushes
come on,come on,come one and then leave
maybe for once,this isnt just a bit of weird
but typical of something distant
as everywhere seems to be slipping,
the sands seems to collapse under my hands,
where heads seem to float,
through morning cold music,
on some warm fever glitch.
there's this sense of undying desolation,
amongst us?..i dont think so,
where do we being,that's where we might end.
sometime we may not understand,
but then i guess it's ok
we never did seem to find the holding for anything authentic,
what makes me wonder is nervous dead calm
as waves make a splash on your window sill
today morning seems to be much brighter than the last few lines above mentioned,
maybe it's becuause i must have sense a fear of everything.
falling cascades of desperate times,
coherence of truth is diluted
with candy sickles and ice pick melodies,
of tundra melodrama
and a turn of events mark the enter of the new century
so dissected the gold flower,
nailed to the sounding board across the room,
she's face to me,
and i'm not just in the mood.
for abnormal conversations and a jolly good time,
this is the kind of thing that makes me shy,
oh! where's the LED hum of electronic mascara,
hold up..please wait, before you open that door,
say goodbye and then stay.

have you made sense yet? have you sensed me yet? have you made me feel special yet? have you made me feel you yet..