21 dezembro, 2008

Sour Times

To pretend no one can find,
The fallacies of morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden lies,
Curtises that I despise in me

Take a ride, take a shot now,

Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinfull screams,
Bear the facts or soon will die,
End the vows no need to lie
Enjoy

Take a ride, take a shot now,
cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do

Who oo am I, what and why
cos all I have left is the memories of yesterday,
Ohh the sour times

cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do

After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Histories of our disguise,revolve
Circumstance will decide

Portishead

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