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.