I couldn't have it, yes, I let it get in The helpless hope to missing of spring Worn out and tired and my heart never tied And the world's been from weeping And yet, the birds begin to sing Ooh, ooh, oh
Daffodil Daffodil
I'm not bad, I'm not good I drank every scar that I could Made myself mythical, tried to be real Saw the future in the face of a
Daffodil Daffodil Daffodil Daffodil
You practice resurrection every night Raising the dead under the moonlight And in the gloaming night, I start to cry You're a perfect pearl out in the sky
There is no bad, there is no good I drank all the blood that I could Made myself mythical, tried to be real Saw the future in the face of a
Daffodil Daffodil Daffodil Daffodil
English Sun, she has come To kiss my face and tell me I'm that chosen one A generation soaked in grief We're drying out and hanging on by the skin of our teeth I never thought it would get this far This somewhat drunken joke Sometimes I see so much beauty I don't think that I can cope
There is no bad, there is no good I drank every scar that I could Made myself mythical, tried to be real Saw the future in the face of a
Daffodil Daffodil Daffodil Daffodil
Compositores: David Algernon Bayley (PRS), Florence Welch (PRS)Editores: Florence + The Machine Ltd, Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #34826960 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM