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Beth Orton: Sweetest decline She weaves secrets in her hair The whispers are not hers to share. Shes deep as a well. Shes deep as a well. Another day wastes away, And my heart sinks with the sun. A new days dawning, And a new day has not yet begun. So, anyway, There I was, Just sitting on your porch Drinking in the sweetest decline. The sweetest decline. Sober mind Whats the use in regrets Theyre just things we havent done yet. What are regrets? Theyre just lessons we havent learned yet. Another day draws away, And my heart sinks with the sun. Its like catching snow on my tongue. Its like catching snow on my tongue. So, anyway..... What are regrets? What are regrets? Theyre just lessons we havent learned yet. Its like catching snow on your tongue. You cant pin this butterfly down. Cant pin this butterfly down. This is my favourite song of all times. It makes me smile everytime I hear it. For some reason it reminds me of the summer day that I spent in a winery in Wollersheim winery (Prairie du Sac, WI) with a good friend of mine. It was such a wonderful day - we had a picknic in the garden (sweet red wine, and grapes ), listened to Beth Orton 's cd on a portable cd player and enjoyed the sunshine. Butterflies are taken from xylocopa.com/files/butterflies.jpg Beth Orton