Sour Times - Portishead

To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose

Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes courtesies that, I despise in me

Take a ride, take a shot now

'Cause nobody loves me, it’s true

Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief that fantasies of sinful screens

Bear the facts assume the dye, end the bows no need to lie enjoy

Take a ride, take a shot now

'Cause nobody loves me, it’s true

Not like you do

Am I what am I?

'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday, the sour time

'Cause nobody loves me, it’s true

Not like you do

After time the bitter taste of innocence descent or race

Scattered seed, buried lives mysteries you learnt disguised

Revolve circumstance will decide

'Cause nobody loves me, it’s true

Not like you do

'Cause nobody loves me, it’s true

Not like you do

Nobody loves me, it’s true

Not like you do