Tangent - Beth Orton

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