Happy to be single and happy to be me.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Blinding
Seems like I've been held, in some dreaming state
a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
a kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
until I realize it was you who held me under
felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollow of my eyelids
shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs
No more dreaming of the dead as if death was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
And I could see the thunder and hear the lightening crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed like the spell was broken
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
No more dreaming of the dead as if death was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching up the circuit boards
Silence slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuit boards
No more dreaming of the dead as if death was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching up the circuit boards
Silence slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuit boards
Silence slipping through the hidden door.
- Florence and the Machine
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