Florence And The Machine - My Boy Builds Coffins | SK* Session

My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame
That when each ones been made, he can't see it again
He crafts everyone with love and with care
Then its thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair

light of the night.
at midnight 
i am meeting him 
behind the shed 
to embalm all 
memories of us.
i stand still 
throw to the moon 
sorrow and pain 
as tears run 
down my face
the air turns and i
can't seem to find 
my thoughts.....
     dreams
         even reality
everything falls to the sea
as he wipes my tears away

 

 
sand turns to mud.

aside the rain
which continues to fall
           harder and faster
        faster and harder
light in his eyes glow
even when the song 
doesn't play or the
moon can't sing 

 

 

i asked for a fork
             you brought me a plate
i asked for some space 
              you gave me a maid
nothing here makes sense anymore