Beth Orton: Stolen car

You walked into my house last nightI couldn't help but noticeA light that was long gone still burning strongYou were sittingYour fingers like fusesYour eyes were cinnamonYou said you stand for every known abuseThat was ever threatened to anyone but youAnd why should I know better by nowWhen I'm old enough not to?While every line speaks the language of loveIt never held the meaning I was thinking ofAnd I can't decide over right or wrongI guess sometimes you need the place where you belongSome may sing the wrong words to the wrong melodiesIt's little things like this that matter to meOthers feel that you should standFor every known abuse to handAnd all the things that they could never seeYou said you stood for every known abuseThat was ever promised to anyone like youDon't you wish you knew better by nowWhen you're old enough not to?When every line speaks the language of loveIt never held the meaning I was thinking ofAnd I can't decide over right or wrongYou left the feeling that I just do not belong(Do not belong, do not belong, do not belong)One drink too manyAnd a joke gone too farI see a face drive like a stolen carGets harder to hideWhen you're hitching your rideHarder to hide what you really sawOh yeah, you stand for every known abuseThat I've ever seen my way throughDon't I wish I knew better by now?Well I think I'm starting toWhen every line speaks the language of loveIt never held the meaning I was thinking ofAnd I've lost the line between right or wrongI just want to find the place where I belongWhy should you know better by nowWhen you're old enough not to?I wish I knew better by nowWhen I'm old enough not to