Texty: Portishead. Mysterons.

Inside your pretending,
Crimes have been swept aside,
Somewhere, where they can forget.

Divine upper reaches,
Still holding on,
This ocean will not be grasped.
All for nothing

Did you really want,
Did you really want,
Did you really want,
Did you really want.

Refuse to surrender,
Strung out until ripped apart,
Who dares, who dares to condemn
All for nothing

Did you really want,
Did you really want,
Did you really want,
Did you really want