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 realise that it was you who held me under
felt it 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 with the wrong world
and I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
all around the world was waking, I never could go back
'cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
and finally it seemed that the spell was broken
and all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open...
"blinding", florence and the machine
a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
no kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
until I realise that it was you who held me under
felt it 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 with the wrong world
and I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
all around the world was waking, I never could go back
'cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
and finally it seemed that the spell was broken
and all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open...
"blinding", florence and the machine
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