Worms Lyrics - Comfort Of Strangers - Beth Orton

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