but you are a mirage
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, Only you
Maio 9, 2008 at 3:38 am
puta merda….essa era a “nossa música”( tu sabe com quem…..)
merda =/
ainda bem que num passei a odiar portis.