Portishead Sour Times

Sour Times To pretend no one can find The fallacies of morning rose Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes Curtises that I despise in me Take a ride, take a shot now Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you do Covered by the blind belief That fantasies of sinful screens Bear the facts, assume the dye End the vows no need to lie, enjoy Take a ride, take a shot now Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you do Who oo am I, what and why Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday Ohh these sour times Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you do After time the bitter taste Of innocence decent or race Scattered seeds, buried lives Mysteries of our disguise revolve Circumstance will decide. ... Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you do Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you Nobody loves. . me Its true Not, like, you. . do