Countenance Lyrics - Comfort Of Strangers - Beth Orton

For those who preach forgiveness 

Whilst theyre practicing revenge 

Man will do to man 

But natures got it all in hand 

It aint free 

It aint fooled youll see 

There are no rights for the many 

The ones already damned 

The fear born into grace 

Theyre gonna get the helping hand 

It aint free 

It aint fooling me 

And theres nothing to hide 

And theres nothing to say 

And therell always be something 

Your countenance to give it away 

Not much more to say 

Not much more to say 

For those who are obsessed 

With his reflection as he is 

Nature has a cause you know 

You aint never gonna be that blessed 

It aint free 

It aint fooled youll see 

And theres nothing to hide 

And theres nothing to say 

And theyll always be something 

Your countenance to give it away 

Not much more to say 

Not much more to say