portishead
angelspit
royksopp
new order
emilie simon
home
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
It's only you,
who can tell
me apart
And it's only you
Who can turn
My wooden
heart