Beth Orton - Tangent Lyrics
Lost myself in a tangent of words,Cant decide what Ive seen or heard,Cannot 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,Whats not lost but left behind,My instinct got bruised,But I still see,I was a victim Ill 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,Whats not lost but left behind,I was a victim Ill 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 poisonDidnt taste too sweet,Saw that heavens in my mind,Its there for me to find,Its there for me to find.
