Sour Times 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. *