midnight

Florence And The Machine

I'm just gonna sleep here
On my hands and knees
Back on the mainland
the grey reaching tree's
Am I just getting what I deserve?
God, it hurts

And the shadows at the shows
enormous and moving to the music
I could imagine
I was in seven different places all at once

The Colosseum or the concert hall
The city or the sea
The bedroom or the ballroom
Makes no difference to me
It's all just a place to loose it
One way or the other you have to break through it

And I still see you on that windowsill
My whole life
What a heavy drop to fill
Was that just your place to loose it
One way or the other you have to break through it

And the shadows at the shows
enormous and moving to the music
I could imagine
I was in seven different places all at once

The Colosseum or the concert hall
The city or the sea
The bedroom or the ballroom
Makes no difference to me
It's all just a place to loose it
One way or the other you have to break through it

And I still see you on that windowsill
My whole life
What a heavy drop to fill
Was that just your place to loose it
One way or the other

The Colosseum or the concert hall
The city or the sea
The bedroom or the ballroom
Makes no difference to me
It's all just a place to loose it
One way or the other you have to break through it

The Colosseum or the concert hall
The city or the sea
The bedroom or the ballroom
Makes no difference to me
It's all just a place to loose it
One way or the other you have to break through it

The Colosseum or the concert hall
The city or the sea
The bedroom or the ballroom
Makes no difference to me
It's all just a place to loose it
One way or the other you have to break through it