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 tear 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 tear 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 tear me apart
It's only you
Who can turn my wooden heart.
Portishead
