Текст песни «Portishead - Sour Times»

SOUR TIMES - PORTISHEAD

To pretend and one can find,
Fantasies and moring rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden lies,
Curtosies that I dispise in me.

Take a ride, take a shot now,
Coz nobody loves me, its true, not like you do.

Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinful screams,
Bare the facts, {are soon} to die,
In the bowels no need to lie in chain.

Coz nobody loves me, its true, not like you do.

[Am I what and why,]
Coz all I have left is the memories of yesterday,
Oh the sour times

Coz nobody loves me, its true, not like you do.

After time the bitter taste,
Of [ ] , descent or race,
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Histories of our disguise reborn,
Circumstance will decide.

Coz nobody loves me, its true, not like you do. *