P for |P|ortishead

The truth is sold, the deal is done
To hold you, enfold you, never enough

And so bare is my heart, I can't hide,
this uncertainty, is taking me over

Is it all as it seems
So unresolved, so unredeemed?
I'm reaching out in this mourning air,
Quietly whisper..When my heart wants to scream
We suffer everyday, what is it for..?
These crimes of illusion, are fooling us all..!

No one has said what the truth should be
And no one decided that I'd feel this way
If you felt as I..Would you betray yourself??

(I feel so cold on hookers and gin...this mess we're in!)