Lyrics Beth Orton – Northern Sky

You’re the loneliest firework
In the western hemisphere
You like to like the company you keep
You keep it still

You cannot read
You cannot write
You could read a face alright
Got no teeth but you’ve got bags of soul

You haven’t got the good stuff
But we knew we must be near
We couldn’t go home just yet
The postcards weren’t written they were still in your head

Yeah we could not sing
And could not play
Procrastinate in a beautiful way
Had no clothes but we had bags of style

Cold like a morning sun
On a northern sky
When the wind is high
See the birds still fly
You were on my mind
You were on my mind