Paris Train - Beth Orton

Now your sitting on a Paris train laughing at your own jokes again

Sun splits the trees into beautiful broken light

Never cry more tears than you could hold in your hands

When all the world’s airbrushed it’s a sacred bond of trust

Sometimes, sometimes I see right through the scenery

The first place that’s on my mind the last place I find each time

Sometimes, I swim beyond the scenery

The last place that’s on my mind

The first place I find each time

Now I’m sitting on a Paris train molten ash falls like rain

Fire burns the trees it’s a beautiful fatality

Love the way you stand your ground sea moves as mercury

To break its perfect skin to dare to dive within

Sometimes, sometimes I see much more than is good for me The first thing that’s on my mind the last place I’d look each time

Sometimes, I slip inside the imagery and

The last thing that’s on my mind’s

The first thing I’ll do each time

Stars racing to burn out

Just stars racing to burn out

A storm waiting to break

Like trees standing black against the sky

This was inevitable, inevitable

Sometimes, sometimes we can see beyond our history

The last place you hope to find the one that’s been there all the time

Sometimes, sometimes we can swim beyond the scenery

And the first place that’s on your mind

The first place you’d find each time