Beth Orton Follow

There’s a bridge cross my streamNever seems to get
brokenNever could never wouldNever clouds up my
daySee i wanted to giveThen i just couldn’t take
itI wanted to loveAnd i turned ‘round and hated
itIf i ever knew i tried to tellGive of my heart
but i never sellSupermarket of the soulHeartland
truckstop global mallTaking flights of
indifference‘cross a wide screen skyCould feel so
aliveYou might think that you had...died?I’m not
skating on iceSee i’m walking on waterAnd silence is
finestDon’t give me your wordYes silence speaks
louderC’mon give me a wordAnd don’t want nobody
knowingHow the hurt in me worksIf they ever knew
they might just sellGive of my heart then never
tellSupermarket of the soulHeartland truckstop global
mallAnd the one thing that is certainIs the one
uncertaintyIf we keep doing the same thingNothing will
work out differentlyWe’re all bridge builders
daughtersWith incestuous dreamsConfidentially
speakingAll is as it seemsConfidentially
speakingAll is as it seems