Beth Orton

Took a friend I found
Across some blood red river
Never did find my way home
In time to forgive her
Why must people always want what they can't have?
Why must people always grab what they'd never grasp?
How did we get so far?
How do we move so fast away
From the lilac-lilied lake
I'm sure we used to play
Is it only a dream away?
Took a raft I found
Across some blood red river
Never did find my way home
In time for my dinner
Why must people always want what they never have?
Why is it a crime to miss a part of you that's bled?