A Reminder

If I get old, I will not give in
And if I do, remind me of this
Remind me that once I was free
Once I was cool, once I was me
And if I sit down and cross my arms
Hold me to this song

If I get old, remind me of this
One night we kissed, and I really meant it
Whatever happens, if we're still speaking
Pick up the phone, play me this song

Thomas Edward Yorke