I was always able to write my way out The song always made sense to me Now I find out that when I look down Every page is empty There is nothing to describe Except the moon still bright against the worrying sky I pray the trees will get their leaves soon
So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love
And when it came, it was stranger than I had ever imagined No cracking open of Heaven But quiеt and still (All my friends are getting ill)
So tеll me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love
My arms emptied, the skies emptied The billboards emptied My arms emptied, the skies emptied The buildings emptied
So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love
My arms emptied, the skies emptied The billboards emptied My arms emptied, the skies emptied The buildings emptied
Compositores: David Algernon Bayley (PRS), Florence Welch (PRS)Editores: Florence + The Machine Ltd, Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #34630906 em 25/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM