Beth Orton

Worms

Beth Orton

Comfort of Strangers


Worms don’t dance they haven’t got the balls
No matter how do you do
It’s just you do that’s all
You got what it takes to knock at my door
You wanna get all excited
Never been here before

And now i’m your apple eating heathen
The original sin
Well you ain’t got my faith
So best keep your belief
I had waited forever to love someone
I swear i heard you thank your god this time
For having me come along

Chickens don’t fly but they have got the wings
No matter how hard they try
They bump into things
They’re all running around
Like they’re heads on the ground
They got a wish bone where their backbone should’ve grown

And now i’m your apple eating heathen
Any old rib stealing eve
Well you don’t have my faith
So best keep your belief
I had waited forever to love someone
I swear i heard you thank your god that time
For having me come along

Intimacy reduced to cruelty
Had you believe like this was meant to be
And i look for the magic
But you got away with it
That’s all

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