Portishead:

G. BarrowB. GibbonsA. UtelyL. SchifrinH. Borrks O. Turner



To pretend that one can find

Fantasies in morning rose

Forbidden fruit, hidden lies

Courtesies that I despise in me

Take a ride, take a shot now...



Cause nobody loves me, it's true·

Not like you do...



Covered by the blind belief in

Fantasies of sinful screams

Bear the facts, assume the doubt

End the vows, no need to lie - enjoy

Take a ride, take a shot now...



Cause nobody loves me, it's true...

Not like you do...

Not like you do...



Oooooo, am I what am I

Cause all I have left

Is my memories of yesterday

Oooooo, sour times...



Cause nobody loves me, it's true...

Not like you do...

Nobody loves me, it's true...

Not like you do

Not like you do

Not like you do

Not like you do



After time the bitter taste

Of innocence disintegrates

Scattered seeds, buried lives

Histories