Florence Welch angol brit

Falling

I've fallen out of favour
And I've fallen from grace
Fallen out of trees
And I've fallen on my face
Fallen out of taxis
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I fell in love with you

Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm at peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief

This is a song for a scribbled-out name
And my love keeps writing again and again
This is a song for a scribbled-out name
And my love keeps writing again and again

I'll dance myself up
Drunk myself down
Find people to love
Left people to drown
I'm not scared to jump
I'm not scared to fall
If there was nowhere to land
I wouldn't be scared
At all

Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm at peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief

66-67. oldal; Lungs

No Choir

And it's hard to write about being happy because the older I get
I find that happiness, is an extremely uneventful subject
and there would be no grand choirs to sing
no chorus could come in about two people, sitting doing nothing

But I must confess
I did it all for myself
I gathered you here
to hide from some vast unnameable fear

But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
but I can put it down in the pleasure of your company
and there will be no grand choirs to sing
no chorus will come in
no ballad will be written
it will be entirely forgotten
and if tomorrow it's all over
at least we had it for a moment
oh darling, things seem so instable
but for a moment we were able to be still

And there will be no grand choirs to sing
no chorus will come in
no ballad will be written
this will be entirely forgotten

246. oldal; High As Hope

There is still a big part of me
that does not want to exist
It's not like I want to die
Well only in the normal way
that everyone wants to die a little.
It's just that things are so big.
The sky goes on forever.
I want to both disappear and someone to hold me together
I need more skin,
I would like to live inside a water tower.
Can god see me through the skyscrapers.
Can he see me on the Bowery
Can he come and
Help me.

307. oldal; Sermons