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