Blinding, Florence + the Machine.

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 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 girl so in love with the wrong world.  And I could hear the thunder and see the lightening crack, and all around the world was waking, I never could go back cuz all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide 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 circuit board, synapse slipping through the hidden door, Snow White’s stitching up the circuit board.  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 circuit boards, synapse slipping through the hidden door, Snow White’s stitching up the circuit boards, synapse slipping through the hidden door.

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