Florence Welch

You need a big God
big enough to hold your love

You’re the best thing I’ve seen

How could anything bad ever happen to you?
You make a fool of death with your beauty

You need a big God
big enough to fill you up

Not beautiful enough, too bloody and ragged…

Those with soft voices will have their tongues cut out

you have to satisfy the monster
The monster has loved you for longer
Than anyone else.

the gentle will be mocked, then eaten.

So you start to take pieces of your own life