A Place Aside - Beth Orton

I do still sometimes put my hand across

And I feel as yours gets placed on top

We drive along these empty streets

Same old ones they’ve always been

I can still hear your heartbeat in the dark

We’re still setting up the same old sparks

Pull me close and we lay still

I wrap my toes around your heel

And we’re talking as I write this song

Unfolding as we go along

And I suppose we really do

I suppose it must be true

There will always be a place aside

For you

I do still sometimes stare into your gaze

The way we’d stay for days and days

'Scuse me but this seat is taken

They’ve been a while but I’m still waiting

And if I light these matches just to watch 'em burn

And I forget to keep myself warm

And I forgot how to sing my song

Then I suppose I really do

I suppose it must be true

But there will always be a place aside

For you

For you

For you