Из альбома: Portishead

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

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2018.06.25

сергей

этот дядька с права творил чудеса по музыке слушаю и чуть не плачу )

2006.07.10

anna

Обязательно посмотрите клип к этой песне те кто его еще не видел! Вот уж шедевр из шедевров. Снимал Крис Канингем (Chris Cunningham) так что не удивительно...