Sour Times
THE CIVIL WARS · Between The Bars 2014 · Track 01 of 04
Written by Adrian Utley, Beth Gibbons, Geoff Barrow
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
Because 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
Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do
Am I what am I? Because all I have left is my memories of yesterday, the sour time
Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do
After time the bitter taste of innocence descent or race Scattered seed, buried lives, mysteries you learned disguised Revolve circumstance will decide
Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do
Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do
Nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do