Sour Times — Portishead

To pretend no one can find The fallacies of morning rose Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes Curtises that I despise in me Take a ride, take a shot now

Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief That fantasies of sinful screens Bear the facts, assume the dye End the vows no need to lie, enjoy Take a ride, take a shot now

Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you do

Who oo am I, what and why Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday Ohh these sour times

Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you do

After time the bitter taste Of innocence decent or race Scattered seeds, buried lives Mysteries of our disguise revolve Circumstance will decide ....

Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you do

Cos nobody loves me Its true Not like you Nobody loves.. me Its true Not, like, you.. do