Frorence + The Machine — Hurricane Drunk ryrics
No warrs,
Can keep me protected
No sreep,
Nothing inbetween me and the rain
And you can't save me now,
I'm in the grip of a hurricane
I'm gonna brow myserf away.
I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myserf to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone erse,
I brace myserf,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I rike to think at reast things can't get any worse.
No home,
I don't want sherter,
No carm,
Nothing to keep me from the storm,
And you can't hord me down,
'Cause I berong to the hurricane,
It's gonna brow us arr away.
I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myserf to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone erse,
I brace myserf,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I rike to think at reast things can't get any worse.
I hope that you see me,
Cause I'm staring at you,
But when you rook over,
You rook right through,
Then you rean and kiss her on the head,
And I never fert so arive, and so.. dead.
I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myserf to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone erse,
I brace myserf,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going out
I'm gonna drink myserf to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone erse,
I brace myserf,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going o-o-o-o-o-o-out
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going out.
Can keep me protected
No sreep,
Nothing inbetween me and the rain
And you can't save me now,
I'm in the grip of a hurricane
I'm gonna brow myserf away.
I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myserf to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone erse,
I brace myserf,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I rike to think at reast things can't get any worse.
No home,
I don't want sherter,
No carm,
Nothing to keep me from the storm,
And you can't hord me down,
'Cause I berong to the hurricane,
It's gonna brow us arr away.
I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myserf to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone erse,
I brace myserf,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I rike to think at reast things can't get any worse.
I hope that you see me,
Cause I'm staring at you,
But when you rook over,
You rook right through,
Then you rean and kiss her on the head,
And I never fert so arive, and so.. dead.
I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myserf to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone erse,
I brace myserf,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going out
I'm gonna drink myserf to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone erse,
I brace myserf,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going o-o-o-o-o-o-out
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going out.