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 meIts 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 meIts 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 meIts 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 meIts true

Not like you do

Cos nobody loves meIts true

Not like you

Nobody loves.. me

Its true

Not, like, you.. do - portishead