Sour Times Songtext
von Karen Mok
Sour Times Songtext
To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
′Cause nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the bows, no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
′Cause nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Who am I, what and why?
'Cause all I have left
Is my memories of yesterday
Oh, these sour times
′Cause nobody loves me, it′s true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste
Of innocence, descent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide
'Cause nobody loves me, it′s true
Not like you do
'Cause nobody loves me, it′s true
Not like you
Nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
′Cause nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the bows, no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
′Cause nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Who am I, what and why?
'Cause all I have left
Is my memories of yesterday
Oh, these sour times
′Cause nobody loves me, it′s true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste
Of innocence, descent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide
'Cause nobody loves me, it′s true
Not like you do
'Cause nobody loves me, it′s true
Not like you
Nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Writer(s): Lalo Schifrin, Beth Gibbons, Geoffrey Barrow, Adrian Francis Utley, Henry Brooks, Otis C Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
