Monday 14 November 2011

She can't see the landscape anymore,
It's all painted in her grief,
All of her history etched out at her feet.

Now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place,
Echoes and warning, mountains of tenderness.

'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together,
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow.
'Cause it's burning through the bloodline,
It's coming down the family tree,
Rolling in the landscape, darling, in between you and me.

She wants the silence but fears the solitude,
She wants to be alone and together with you.
So she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see,
She's sober at the lighthouse and then washed out to sea.

'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together,
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow.
'Cause it's burning through the bloodline,
It's coming down the family tree,
Rolling in the landscape, darling, in between you and me.

I wanna give you back the open sky,
Give you back the open sea,
Open up the ages, darling, for you to see.

You put the gun into your mouth to die, 
You put the lid and spit out,
'Cause it's running in the family,
Oh the rich and... 

'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together,
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow.
Cause it's burning through the bloodline,
It's coming down the family tree,
Rolling in the landscape, darling, in between you and me.




Florence + The Machine

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