Beth Orton

you walked into my house last night
i couldnt help but notice,
a light that was long gone still burning strong
you were sitting,
your fingers like fuses,
your eyes were cinnamon
you said you stand for every known abuse,
that was ever that was ever threatened to anyone but you
and why should i know better by now when im old enough not to
while every lie speaks the language of love,
it never held the meaning i was thinking of
and i cant decide over right or wrong,
i guess sometimes you need a place where you belong
somewhere sing along was through the wrong my whole day,
little things like this dont matter to me
others felt that you should stand for every known abuse to hand,
and all the things that they could never see
you said you stood for every known abuse,
that was ever that was ever promised to anyone like you