Tangent — Beth Orton

Lost myself in a tangent of words Can't decide what I've seen or heard Can't sleep for counting sheep How long...does this river..run deep?

How long...does this river..run deep?

Building 'em up in order to find What's not lost but left behind My instinct got bruised, but I still see I was a victim of being no casualty

Just like coming home...just like coming home Just like coming home...felt just like coming home

They say that you weave deadly tricks Cantrip to the worldly hicks Stare cold with dull surprise Spark evil to hell in every tear you cry...every tear you cry

Building 'em up in order to find What's not lost but left behind My instinct got bruised, but I still see I was a victim of being no casualty

Just like coming home...just like coming home Just like coming home...felt just like coming home

Cut off my toes to spite my feet Drank your poison, didn't taste too sweet Saw the heavens in my mind And it's there...for me...to find.

Oh it's there...for me...to find

Building 'em up in order to find What's not lost but left behind My instinct got bruised, but I still see I was a victim of being no casualty

Just like coming home...just like coming home Just like coming home...felt just like coming home

Lost myself in a tangent