Lyrics:

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.