Florence + The Machine - Morning Elvis

When they dressed me and they put me on a plane to Memphis
Well, I never got to see Elvis
I just sweated it out in a hotel room
But I think the king would've understood
Why I never made it to Graceland
Bathroom towels were cool against my head
I pressed my forehead to the floor
And prayed for a trapdoor
I've been here many times before
But I've never made it to Graceland

And if I make it to the morning
I should've come with a warning
And if I make it to the stage
I'll show you what it means to be sad

Well, pick me up in New Orleans
Pinned in a bathroom stall
Pick me up above my body
Press my corpse against the wall
I told the band to leave without me
I'll get the next flight
And I'll see you all with Elvis
If I don't survive the night

If I make it to the morning
I should've come with a warning
And if I make it to the stage
I'll show you what it means to be sad

And after every tour, I swear I'll quit
It's over boys, now this is it
But the call, it always comes
And it sounds like children
Begging to be born
But, oh, I guess I got my wish
Anything, anything, anything but this

If I make it to the morning
I should've come with a warning
And if I make it to the stage
I'll show you what it means to be sad

Oh, you know I'm still afraid
I'm still crazy and I'm still scared
But if I make it to the stage
I'll show you what it means

To be spared, to be spared
To be spared, to be spared
To be spared

Florence And The Machine - Choreomania

And I am freaking out in the middle of the street
With the complete conviction of someone
Who's never had anything actually really bad happen to them
But I am committed, now, to the feeling

I don't know how it started
Don't know how to stop it
Suddenly, I'm dancing
To imaginary music

Something's coming, so out of breath
I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death
Something's coming, so out of breath
I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death

And this is the end
And I'm thinking about her
Driving around in the backseat of a car
I'll be your demon daddy

And do they speak to you?
'Cause they speak to me, too
The pressure and the panic
You push your body through

Something's coming, so out of breath
I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death
Something's coming, so out of breath
I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death

It is that just because it has not been resurrected in your image?
Like if Jesus came back, but in a beautiful dress
And all the evangelicals were like, "Oh, yes" (oh yes, oh yes, oh yes)
Oh, yes (oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes)

Something's coming, so out of breath
I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death (something's coming, something's coming)
Something's coming, so out of breath
I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death (something's coming, something's coming)

Something's coming, so out of breath
I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death (something's coming, something's coming)
Something's coming, so out of breath
I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death (something's coming, something's coming)

Florence And The Machine - Cassandra

I used to see the future and now I see nothing
They cut out my eyes and sent me home packing
To pace around the kitchen for scraps of inspiration
Crying like Cassandra, I
Used to tell the future, but they cut out my tongue
And left me doing laundry to think in what I've done
It wasn't me, it was the song

I used to move into the future, bring it all back
Let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands
Now I creep out when there's no one about
'Cause they put crosses on the doors to try and keep me out
The garden's overgrown
And I run in the middle of the road (ooh)

Well, can you see me? I cannot see you
Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view
In this blindness I'm condemned to
Well, can you hear me? I cannot hear you
Every song I thought I knew, I've been deafened to
And there's no one left to sing to

All the gods have been domesticated
And Heaven is now overrated
And the churches, they all closed their doors
But you can take your complaints straight to the Lord
I try to still look with wonder on the world
As the roses bloom
And the riot van still plainly in view

Well, can you see me? I cannot see you
Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view
In this blindness I'm condemned to
Well, can you hear me? I cannot hear you
Every song I thought I knew, I've been deafened to
And there's no one left to sing to

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
Take me back
Oh, drunken gods of slaughter
You know I've always been your
Favorite daughter

Well, can you see me? I cannot see you
Everything I thought I knew is falling out of view
And if I run fast enough, could I break apart
As empires crumble and cathedrals flatten in my heart?

Florence And The Machine - Girls Against God

What a thing to admit
That when someone looks at me with real love
I don't like it very much
Kinda makes me feel like I'm bein' crushed
Is this something that you would like to discuss?

And it's good to be alive
Crying into cereal at midnight
If they ever let me out, I'm gonna really let it out
I listen to music from 2006 and feel kind of sick
But, oh God, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you messed with this

Remember being in that basement with Tom Vek?
Everyone treated us like little pets
Oh, tell me, it's not over yet
And in my darkest fantasies
I am the picture of passivity
Waitin' for you side of stage
Suppressing all my private rage
But as my sister said, I'd probably last six days

Oh, it's good to be alive
Crying into cereal at midnight
And if they ever let me out, I'm gonna really let it out
When I decided to wage Holy War
It looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor
But, oh God, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you messed with me
And I know I may not look like much
Just another screaming speck of dust
But, oh God, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you messed with us
(Oh God, you're gonna get it)

But it's good to be alive
Crying into cereal at midnight
But, oh God, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you messed with us

Oh God, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you messed with us
(Oh God, you're gonna get it)
Oh God, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you messed with me

I met the Devil
You know, he gave me a choice
A golden heart
Or a golden voice

Florence And The Machine - My Love

I was always able to write my way out
Song always made sense to me
Now I find that when I look down
Every page is empty

There is nothing to describe
Except the moon still bright against the worrying sky
I pray the trees will get their leaves soon

So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love

And when it came, it was stranger than I had ever imagined
No cracking open of heaven
But quiet and still (All my friends are getting ill)

So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love
So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love

My arms emptied, the skies emptied
The billboards emptied
My arms emptied, the skies emptied
The buildings emptied

So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love
So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love

My arms emptied, the skies emptied
The billboards emptied
My arms emptied, the skies emptied
The buildings emptied

Florence And The Machine - Free

Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated
If I would feel better just lightly sedated
The feeling comes so fast and I cannot control it
I'm on fire, but I'm trying not to show it

As it picks me up, puts me down
It picks me up, puts me down
Picks me up, puts me down a hundred times a day
It picks me up, puts me down
Chews me up, spits me out
Picks me up and puts me down

I'm always running from something
I push it back, but it keeps on coming
And being clever never got me very far
Because it's all in my head
"You're too sensitive" they said
I said "Okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital"

Picks me up, puts me down
It picks me up, puts me down
Picks me up, puts me down a hundred times a day
Picks me up, puts me down
Chews me up, spits me out
Picks me up, puts me down

But I hear the music
I feel the beat
And for a moment
When I'm dancing
I am free

I hear the music
I feel the beat
And for a moment
When I'm dancing
I am free
I am free

Is this how it is?
Is this how it's always been?
To exist in the face of suffering and death
And somehow still keep singing?

Oh, like Christ up on a cross
Who died for us, who died for what?
Oh, don't you wanna call it off?

But there is nothing else that I know how to do
But to open up my arms and give it all to you

'Cause I hear the music
I feel the beat
And for a moment
When I'm dancing
I am free
I am free
I am free
I am free