She Cries Your Name - Beth Orton

(Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) We're a half written story without any ending You left me to figure it out Filled me with ecstasy, left with the best of me But where's the rest of me now? Honestly, I don't regret you I just wish I never met you Part of me wants to upset you, ah-ah Every single letter's killing me Don't know why it always gets to me Every time I hear that sound (Ah) Your name hurts (Your name hurts) I don't say it no more It's like the worst of words (Worst of words) You don't even know (Ah) Feels like burning on my lips The ones that you used to kiss No way you ain't feelin' it too I hope my name hurts, my name hurts My name hurts you (You, you, you) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Oh) And this half-written story is horror at best The kind where the hero still dies in the end And God only knows, maybe this is a test 'Cause I kinda wanna mess you up But I won't, babe, not yet Wouldn't say that I regret you But man, I wish I never met you That your mama never even had you, oh-ah Every single letter's killing me Don't know why it always gets to me Every time I hear that sound (Ah) Your name hurts (Your name hurts) I don't say it no more It's like the worst of words (Worst of words) You don't even know (Ah) Feels like burning on my lips The ones that you used to kiss No way you ain't feelin' it too I hope my name hurts, my name hurts My name hurts you (You, you, you) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) Your name hurts (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) Your name hurts Honestly, I don't regret you I just wish I never met you Part of me wants to upset you, ah-ah (Your name hurts) Every single letter's killing me Don't know why it always gets to me Every time I hear that sound (Ah) Your name hurts I don't say it no more It's like the worst of words You don't even know Feels like burning on my lips The ones that you used to kiss No way you ain't feelin' it too I hope my name hurts, my name hurts My name hurts you (You, you, you) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) Your name hurts (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) Your name hurts (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) Do you feel it? (Na, na, na, na, na) Your name hurts (Na, na, na, na, na) (Na, na, na, na, na) Oh, do you feel it? (Na, na, na, na, na) Your name hurts

I enter the Holy of Holies I enter through the blood of the Lamb I enter to worship You only I enter to honor I am Lord I worship You, I worship You, Lord I worship You, I worship You, For Your name is Holy, Holy Lord For Your name is Holy, Holy Lord Let the weight of Your glory cover us Let the life of Your river flow Let the truth of Your kingdom reign in us Let the weight of Your glory Let the weight of Your glory fall

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour