A song by 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

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 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

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