the old religion

Florence And The Machine

And the old religion humming in your veins
Some animal instinct starting up again
And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe
You wonder why we re hungry
for some kind of release
So tired of being careful
so tired of being still
Give me something I can crush, something I can kill

A lightning strike, a fallen tree
I m not afraid, oh, don t let it find me
But you can t outrun yourself, you ll see
And I m powerless, oh, don t remind me

And it s the old religion, but the urge remains the same
Freedom from the body, freedom from the pain
And it s your troubled hero back for season six
When it s at its darkest, it s my favourite bit
And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe
You wonder why we re hungry
for some kind of release
Watch me crawl on hands and knees
And scratch at the door of heaven

A lightning strike, a fallen tree
I m not afraid, oh, don t let it find me
But you can t outrun yourself, you ll see
And I m powerless, I know, and don t remind me

And it s the old religion humming in your veins
Some animal instinct starting up again
And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe
You wonder why we re hungry
for some kind of release

A lightning strike (and it s the old religion)
a fallen tree
I m not afraid, oh, don t let it find me
But you can t outrun (and it s the old religion) yourself
you ll see
And I m powerless, oh, don t remind me