Western Eyes - Portishead

Forgotten throes of anothers life

The heart of love is their only light

Faithless greeds, consolidating

Holding down sweet charity

With western eyes and serpents 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 serpents breath

They lay their own conscience to rest

But then they lie and then they dare to be Hidden heros 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!)