Beth Orton Follow

I do still sometimes put my hand acrossAnd imagine yours
gets placed on topWe drive along these empty
streetsSame old ones they’ve always beenI can
still hear your heartbeat in the darkWe’re still setting up
the same old sparksPull me close and we lay stillWrap
my toes around your heelAnd we’re talking as i write
this songUnfolding as we go alongAnd i suppose we
really doI suppose it must be trueThere will always be
a place asideFor you...I do still sometimes stare
into your gazeThe way we’d stay for days and
days‘skuze me but this seat is takenThey’ve been a
while but i’m still waitingAnd if i light these
matches just to watch ‘em burnAnd i forget to keep myself
warmAnd i forgot how to sing my songThen i suppose i
really doI suppose it must be trueBut there will
always be a place asideFor you