Western Eyes

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!) --- Western Eyes - Portishead