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.