Small - Portishead

If I remember the night that we met

Tasted a wine that I’ll never forget

Opened the doorway and saw through the light

Motions of movement and I felt delight

She spoke of freedom, «A way in,» she said

«A wisdom that took me away from the bed»

Spoke of the glory that we had become

I felt forgiven in all I’ve become

Small, tasteless, and forgot

Hoping to see, blinded like me

You tried to understand, but you’re just a man

Open to scorn just like me

Failure again

Tried to pretend

Who you were then

Who you are now

Hating the lord

Hating the lord

Hating the lord

Hating the lord

Small, tasteless, and forgot

Hoping to see, blinded like me

You tried to understand, but you’re just a man

Open to scorn just like me

Failure again

Tried to pretend

Who you were then

Who you are now

Hating the lord

Hating the lord

Hating the lord

Hating the lord