janeiro 28, 2004

Only you

"We suffer everyday, what is it for
These crimes of illusion are fooling us all
And now I am weary and I feel like I do

It´s only you who can tell me apart
And it´s only you, who can turn my wooden heart


The size of our fight, it´s just a dream
We´ve crushed everything I can see,
In this morning selfishly
How we´ve failed and I feel like I do

It´s only you who can tell me apart
And it´s only you, who can turn my wooden heart


Now that we´ve chosen to take all we can
This shade of autumn, a stale bitter end
Years of frustration lay down side by side

And it´s only you who can tell me apart
And it´s only you, who can turn my wooden heart
"

Portishead

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