Beth Orton Stolen Car
you walked into my house last night i couldnt help but notice, a light that was long gone still burning strong you were sitting, your fingers like fuses, your eyes were cinnamon you said you stand for every known abuse, that was ever that was ever threatened to anyone but you and why should i know better by now when im old enough not to while every lie speaks the language of love, it never held the meaning i was thinking of and i cant decide over right or wrong, i guess sometimes you need a place where you belong somewhere sing along was through the wrong my whole day, little things like this dont matter to me others felt that you should stand for every known abuse to hand, and all the things that they could never see you said you stood for every known abuse, that was ever that was ever promised to anyone like you dont you wish you knew better by now when youre old enough not to when every lie speaks the language of love, it never held the meaning i was thinking of and i cant decide over right or wrong, you left the feeling that i just do not belong wondering too many and a joke gone too far, i see your face drive like a stolen car its harder to hide when youre itching your eye, its harder to hide what you really saw oh yeah, you stand for every known abuse, that i've ever seen my way through don't i wish i knew better by now when i think i'm starting to when every lie speaks the language of love, it never held the meaning i was thinking of and i lost the line between right or wrong, i just want to find a place where i belong why should you know better by now when your old enough not to, i wish i knew better by now when i'm old enough not to
