urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:yardbird Cate Metelli Cate Metelli 2010-06-29T05:31:29Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:yardbird:313 2010-06-29T05:31:29Z 2010-06-29T05:31:29Z <i>seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state<br />a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake<br />no kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber<br />until I realise that it was you who held me under<br /><br />felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids<br />shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs<br /><br />no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone<br />no more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden<br />no more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love<br />no more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world<br /><br />and I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack<br />all around the world was waking, I never could go back<br />'cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open<br />and finally it seemed that the spell was broken<br /><br />and all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open...</i><br /><br /><br />"blinding", florence and the machine