Florence And The Machine - Blinding Şarkı Sözleri

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Seems that I have been held
In some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world
Never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word
Could wake me from this slumber
Until I realize that it was you
Who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet,
In the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine
And down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself 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 hear the thunder
And see the lightning crack
And all around the world was waking
I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming,
They were torn right open
And finally it seemed
That 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 itself 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 circuitboards
Synapse slipping through
The hidden door
Snow White's stitching up
Your circuitboard

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself 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 circuitboards
Synapse slipping through
The hidden door
Snow White's stitching up
Your circuitboard
Synapse slipping through
The hidden door