Text: Graham Coxon. Crow Sit On Blood Tree. Too Uptight.

When once there was a nothing
The voices rang so true
The knowledge that was lacking
Cut innocence in two

Everything seemed
Too good to be right
When I was 16
I was too uptight

Now disappointment's shadow
Reveals a colder time
A harder kind of living
In disillusion

How can it go
The fear of the night
Now I am grown
I'm just too uptight

A slow and noble breakdown
Of personality
Coreless, heartless, soulless
No dignity

My days are flown
And I can't recall
Feeling so alone
Was I so uptight?

Death creeps ever closer
A darkness falls in me
A scared fragmented loner
Unholy

A night with no end
An echoing sea
I'll think about me
How I'm too uptight