Come on, come on...

Cercado por 30 mil pessoas. Horas e horas em pé, sem comer, beber, nem nada. Um show já perfeito. Era o segundo bis quando, depois de House of Cards, a luz se apaga de novo. Fim de tudo. Triste. Não, mais triste ainda. No piano, Thom Yorke chama: "Come on, come on..."



Come on, Come on
You think you drive me crazy, well

Come on, Come on
You and whose army
You and your cronies

Come on, Come on
Holy Roman empire

Come on if you think
Come on if you think
You can take us all
You can take us all

You and whose army
You and your cronies

You forget so easy
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses

We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Ghost horses