Texty: Portishead. Portishead. Western Eyes.

Forgotten throes at another's lie
The heart of love is their only light
Faithless greeds consolidating
Holding down sweet charity

With western eyes
And serpent's breath
We lay our own
Conscience to rest

But I'm aching
At the view
Yes, I'm breaking
At the scenes just like you

They have values of a certain taste
The innocent they can hardly wait
To crucify invalidating
Turning to dishonesty

With western eyes
And serpent's breath
They lay their own
Conscience to rest

But then they lie
And then they dare to be
Hidden heroes candidly

So I'm aching
At the view
Yes, I'm breaking
At the scenes just like you

I feel so cold
On hookers and gin
This mess we're in