Portishead - Only you

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,
It's only you, who can turn my wooden heart.
The size of out 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,
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,
It's only you, who can turn my wooden heart.