roads

Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain’t right,
Surely that ain’t right.
 
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

                     Portishead