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