Beth Orton – Tangent
Lost myself in a tangent of words,
Can’t decide what I’ve seen or heard,
Can not sleep for counting sheep,
How long does this river run deep,
How long does this river run deep.
Building a map in order to find,
What’s not lost but left behind,
My instinct got bruised,
But I still see,
I was a victim I’ll be no casualty.
Just like coming home,
Just like coming home,
Just like coming home,
It was just like coming home,
Coming home.
He said that you weave deadly tricks,
Come right back to the worldly hicks,
Stare it cold in dull surprise,
Spread evil to hell in every tear you cried,
Every tear you cried.
Building a map in order to find,
What’s not lost but left behind,
I was a victim I’ll be no casualty.
Just like coming home,
Just like coming home,
Just like coming home,
Could be just like coming home,
Coming home.
Cut off my toes to spite my feet,
Drank your poison
Didn’t taste too sweet,
Saw that heaven’s in my mind,
It’s there for me to find,
It’s there for me to find.
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