13-01-2010
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
It's  only you, who can tell me apart
And it's only you, who can turn my  wooden heart
Portishead
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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