Κυριακή 24 Φεβρουαρίου 2008

portishead mysterons





Inside you're pretending,
Crowns have been swept aside,
Somewhere, where they can forget.

Divine upper reaches,
Still holding on,
This emotion will not be grasped.

CHORUS:
All for nothing
Did you really want * 4

Refuse to surrender,
Strung out until ripped apart,
Who dares, who dares to condemn