Stolen Car - 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 melody

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 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

And 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

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 you wish I knew better by now?

Well I think I’m starting to

When every line speaks the language of love

And 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