I used to see the future and now I see nothing They cut out my eyes and sent me home packing To pace around the kitchen for scraps of inspiration Crying like Cassandra, I Used to tell the future, but they cut out my tongue And left me doing laundry to think of what I've done It wasn't me, it was the song
I used to move into the future, bring it all back Let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands Now everybody who's known about 'Cause they put crosses on the doors to try and keep me out Gardens of the grove And I run in the middle of the road
Well, can you see me? I cannot see you Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view In this madness I'm condemned to Well, can you hear me? I cannot hear you Every song I thought I knew I've been deafened to And there's no one left to sing to
All the gods have been domesticated And Heaven is now overrated And the churches, they all closed their doors But you can take your complaints straight to the Lord I try to still look where the water As the roses bloom And the in view
Well, can you see me? I cannot see you Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view In this madness I'm condemned to Well, can you hear me? I cannot hear you Every song I thought I knew I've been deafened to And there's no one left to sing to
Well, can you see me? I cannot see you Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view And if I run fast enough, could I break apart? Empires tumble and cathedrals flatten in my heart
Compositores: Florence Welch (PRS), Thomas Edward Percy Hull (PRS)Editores: Florence + The Machine Ltd, Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #34857446 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM