Beth Orton - Tangent

Lost myself in a tangent of words Can't decide what I've 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 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 It was just like coming home He said that you weave deadly tricks Conjure it up 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,It didn't taste too sweet Saw that heaven's in my mind And it's there for me to find It's there for me to find