The first part of this video is set in a Victorian house. As the music and voices begin, you see an overhead shot (facing downward) of a bedroom with the typical Victorian decor and furnishings. A girl of about 23 or 24 is locking the door to her bedroom surreptitiously and drawing the curtains. As this is happening, the camera "lowers" vertically, sort of slowly. The camera is in a corner of the room so that the girl can be seen. As the camera lowers, it rotates so that it is facing more parallel to the floor. It is about noon.

"If I get old...I will not give in"

The girl (who has red lips, robust skin, and rosy cheeks--this first part is very colorful) struggles to bring a large trunk out from under her bed (the kind with all of the extra pillows, canopy, etc.). She touches a clasp on the front of the trunk, and it springs open. The trunk is filled with Radiohead CD's and paraphernilia.

"But if I do, remind me of this"

Shot of the girl's face as she digs to the bottom of the trunk. She is very intense and her eyes widen as she then pauses with one hand thrust into the bottom--she has found what she is looking for.

"Remind me that once I was free, once I was cool, once I was me"

Over-the-shoulder shot of the young woman paging through an ornate diary (Victorian-style; creamy, coarse paper, lettered in faded India ink, etc.) The camera pans around her head to her other shoulder and it is evident that the diary contains a script of this music video.

"And if I sat down and crossed my arms, hold me into this song"

Back to the corner view. The girl is lying on the end of her bed writing voraciously in the journal. Periodically she stares dreamily into space, biting her lip. As this is going on, the view dips lower (almost from the floor), yet the camera is still focused on the girl, lying on her bed on her stomach.

"Knock me out, smash out my brains, if I take a chair, start to talk shit"

The camera view is now from the floor, facing her bedroom door. A rescue axe (the kind that firefighters use) is splintering through. When a sizable gouge has been knocked out of the door, a man dressed up for a fancy occasion (old enough to be the girl's father) shoulders his way through. The girl is really scared and she feels guilty. You see the bottom half of their bodies and part of their arms as the man picks up the journal, throws it in the fireplace (not burning...whew), and yanks the girl through the hole in the door. The camera suddenly zooms in on the hole as she disappears. Beyond the hole you can see a sterile room with a plain bed and sink, all in white, but the camera never enters the room. You can see this room for a fleeting second on the word "shit".

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"If I get old, remind me of this"

The girl's father is relaxing in a library, smoking a pipe and reading. He is still wearing an old-fashioned suit. The library is very tastefully decorated and well-lit. He wears spectacles.

"That night we kissed, and that I really meant it"

Shot of the diary, lying in ashes in the fireplace. On "kissed," it erupts into flames. The camera zooms out a little as the diary burns to reveal a house spider dangling before the conflagration. This scene is more gothic and "haunted," not in B&W, but very subtle tones nonetheless.

"Whatever happens, if we're still speaking"

Shot of the gabled house from the yard (even though it is the Victorian era, there are pink flamingos on the lawn.) You see a full view of the house, pouring forth smoke and consumed by flame. The man is wringing his hands, next to a wheelbarrow of books, on the lawn. He looks at a picture in a frame of his family. There is a wife, a son, and of course, his daughter, but her face has been pointedly marred and is undistinguishable--she is wearing the same dress as in the beginning to be recognizable. The man squints at the house and raises his hand to his eyes, but nobody emerges from the house.

"Pick up the phone, play me this song"

The girl is in the white room from before--it is in a mental hospital. This last 5 seconds or so is set in modern times--not as bright as the beginning, but not gothic anymore. The girl is braced against the headboard of her unadorned bed, face upturned as she laughs hysterically, then collapses. The spider is crossing her hand as the camera sweeps over her exhausted, panting body. Then as if someone dropped the camera, it collapses on the floor and lands on its side. It goes haywire for half a second, then dark.

Notes:

The spider should be small and brown.
The girl is wearing a flowered gown at the beginning and modern clothes for the last scene (jeans and a shirt with a cardigan, perhaps.)
Her father looks very much like a modern business-like man, except for his attire.
The beginning could have a little more action to take up time, like the girl staring out the window before she cautiously draws the curtains, or she shoos out a maid, or she could start to bring out the trunk before the words start.