Stolen Car - Beth Orton

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