Beth Orton. Central Reservation. Blood Red River. Zeneszám

Took a friend I found across some blood red river
Never did find my way home in time to forgive her
Why must people always want what they can't have?
Why must people always grab what they'd never grasp?

How did we get so far?
How do we move so fast away
From the lilac-lilied lake
I'm sure we used to stay?
Is it only a dream away?

Took a raft I found across some blood red river
Never did find my way home in time for my dinner
Why must people always want what they never have?
Why is it a crime to miss a part of you that's bled?

How did we get so far?
How do we move so fast away
From the lilac-lilied lake?
I'm sure we used to stay
Is it only a dream away?
Only a dream away, away

Lost a friend I found down some blood red river
Never did find my way home in time to forget her
Why must people always want what they can't have?
Why must people always take but forget to ask?

How do we get so far?
How do we move so fast away
From the lilac-lilied lake
Where I'm told we used to play
Is it only a dream away?
Only a dream, only a dream away, away