Buckle
Florence + The Machine
3:24Memory fails me, names and faces blur There is only after or before Am I so different? Have I changed? I do not recognise my face The scar fades but pulls inside tugging at me all the time Chewing on a feeling And spitting it out Crouched in a ballgown Anxious and ashamed The vague humiliations of fame I do not find worthiness a virtue I no longer try to be good It didn't keep me safe, like you told me that it would So come on tear me wide open A terrible gift Let the chorus console me Sympathy Magic And light coming in the window just so And the wind through my fingers The only God that I know And it does not want me on my knees to believe Head high, arms wide Aching, aching, aching and alive and alive So I don't have to be worthy I no longer try to be good It didn't keep me safe, like you told me that it would So come on tear me wide open 'til I'm losing my mind 'Til I cannot contain it La da la da da da da So come on, come on I can take it Give me everything you've got What else, what else, what else, what else So come on, come on I can take it Sympathy Magic Sympathy Magic Sympathy Magic Sympathy Magic Sympathy Magic Sympathy Magic