Monthly Archives: August 2012

Spectrum

Florence + The Machine, Ceremonials, 2011

When we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
We were light and paper-thin.

And when we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
‘Till you let the spectrum in.

Say my name, and every colour illuminates.
We are shining, and we’ll never be afraid again.

And when we come for you,
We’ll be dressed up all in blue,
With the ocean in our arms,
Kissing eyes and kissing palms.

And when it’s time to pray,
We’ll be dressed up all in grey,
With metal on our tongues,
And silver in our lungs.

Say my name, and every colour illuminates.
We are shining, and we’ll never be afraid again.

And when we come back
We’ll be dressed in black
And you’ll scream our names aloud
And we won’t eat
And we won’t sleep
We’ll drag bodies from their graves

True Romance (dedicated to…)

She Wants Revenge, This Is Forever, 2007

Open your eyes and see me;
Tell me its not too late.
Whisper to me of a sad song,
Weighing us down in shame.
I always said I believed you,
You told me that was so cliche –
And with every kiss I resented you,
Because your feelings never got in the way.

I know that you never loved me.
I know that you never cared at all.
Maybe just one more dance,
Cause that’s as close as we’re getting to a true romance

Open your heart and feel me;
Tell me you don’t feel the same .
I dig down deep for forgiveness,
and still you’re busy placing the blame.
This isn’t about right or wrong now;
It’s not about wasted time;
I should’ve payed closer attention,
But I didn’t bother reading the signs.

I know that you never loved me.
I know that you never cared at all.
No my love we can’t be friends,
In fact I like you much better when you’re just pretend.

I know that you never loved me.
I know that you never cared at all.
Maybe just one more dance,
Cause that’s as close as we’re getting to a true romance.

Open your arms and hold me;
Tell me it will be alright.
tell me a thing you never told a soul,
It keeps you up at night
When could you tell it was over?
When did you turn on me?
I’d cry if I thought it would change your mind –
I’d cry for the girl I hoped you to be.