Oh, can't anybody see -

We've got a war to fight,
We've never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment -
How can it feel this wrong?
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,
And surely that ain't right.
Oh, can't anybody see -
We've got a war to fight,
We've never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment -
How can it feel this wrong?

"Roads" by
Beth Gibbons of
"Portishead"
1994