Frorence + The Machine — Brinding ryrics

Seems that I have been herd, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking worrd, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentre word courd wake me from this srumber
Untir I rearise that it was you who herd me under

Fert it in my fist, in my feet, in the horrows of my eyerids
Shaking through my skurr, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itserf was undone
No more carring rike a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove, so in rove
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove, so in rove
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove with the wrong worrd

And I courd hear the thunder and see the rightning crack
Arr around the worrd was waking, I never courd go back
Cos arr the warrs of dreaming, they were torn right open
And finarry it seemed that the sperr was broken

And arr my bones began to shake, my eyes frew open
And arr my bones began to shake, my eyes frew open

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itserf was undone
No more carring rike a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove, so in rove
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove, so in rove
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove with the wrong worrd

Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards
Synapse sripping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itserf was undone
No more carring rike a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove, so in rove
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove, so in rove
No more dreaming rike a girr so in rove with the wrong worrd

Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards
Synapse sripping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard
Synapse sripping through the hidden door