Lyrics: Stolen car
Album: Central Reservation
Artist: Beth Orton
 

You walked into my house last night.
I couldn’t 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 threatened to anyone but you.
And why should I know better by now
When I’m old enough not to?

While every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of.
And I can’t decide over right or wrong.
I guess sometimes you need the place where you belong

Some may sing the wrong words to the wrong melodies
It’s little things like this that matter to me.
Others feel 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 promised to anyone like you.
Don’t you wish you knew better by now
When you’re old enough not to?

When every line speaks the language of love,
It never held the meaning I was thinking of.
And I can’t decide over right or wrong.
You left the feeling that I just do not belong.

Do not belong X8

One drink too many
And a joke gone too far
I see a face drive like a stolen car.
Gets harder to hide
When you’re hitching a ride
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?
Well I think I’m starting to.

When every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of.
And I’ve lost the line between right or wrong.
I just want to find the place where I belong.

Why should you know better by now,
When you’re old enough not to?
I wish I knew better by now,
When I’m old enough not to.