
To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes …
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts …
Who am I, what and why
‘Cause all I have left
Is my memories of yesterday …
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide
Nobody loves me
It’s true
Not like you do …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=m1KqZwxZEm8
Portishead – Sour sour times








