Beth Orton

I dreamed of you last night
You had a different face
Or maybe just a hair color
You're older and wiser
Yet more like a child
I was amazed to find you still there in the back of my mind
This dream was short
This dream was happy
This dream was short
This dream was happy
Perch your lover on a slow burner
If you wanna keep your loving woman
Perch your lover on a slow simmer
If it helps keep the love from growing dimmer
Now hold on hold out
You're still thrown against a wall
Never looking to be picked up or left alone to fall
Can you touch me with your love?
Would I feel it if I trust enough?
Could it almost be a lust for life?
Would I feel it if I don't know if I sighed?
You could put it on a cold burner...
Deception never kept you any warmer
Truth is cooking on a slow simmer