wondering why

Beth Orton





Worms





Worms don't dance

They haven't got the balls

No matter how do you do it

It's just you do it, that's all

You got what it takes

To knock at my door

You wanna get all excited

Never been here before

And now I'm your apple-eatin' heathen

The original sin

You ain't got my faith

So best keep your belief

I have waited forever to love someone

I swear I heard you thank your God

That time for having me come along

Chickens don't fly

But they have got the wings

No matter how hard they try

They bump into things

They're all running around

With their heads on the ground

They got a wish bone

Where their back bone should have grown

Now I'm your apple-eatin' heathen

Any old rib-stealin' Eve

And you ain't got my faith

So best keep your belief

I have waited forever to love someone

I swear I heard you thank your God

That time for having me come along

Another intimacy

Reduced to cruelty

And I had you believe

That this was meant to be

And I'm low for the magic

But you got away with it

That's all