Lyrics : Mark Bowen/Florence Welch
Music : Mark Bowen/Florence Welch
I crawled up from under the earth
Broken nails and coughing dirt
Spitting out my songs so you could sing along, oh
And with each bedraggled breath
I knew I came back from the dead
To show you how it's done
To show you what it takes to conquer and to crucify
To become one of the greats
One of the greats
I kept a scream inside my chest
Killed everyone I'd ever kissed
Hung them on the wall like trophies
Each name, a stain upon my lips
I told the truth, but could never see it through
You see yourself hung on the wall
But that song is not about you
I wrote down all my fumbling visions transmitted via television
Got everything I thought I wanted
And cried, hungover in a hotel closet
Did I get it right?
Do I win the prize?
Do you regret bringing me back to life?
Arms outstretched
Back from the dead
Streetlights bursting overhead
Arms outstretched, back from the dead
Streetlights bursting overhead
I did my best
Tried to impress my childhood dream made flesh
In my dresses, in my flowering sadness
So like a woman to profit from her madness
I was only beautiful under the lights
Only powerful there
Oh, burned down at thirty-six
Why did you dig me up for this?
Arms outstretched
Back from the dead
Streetlights bursting overhead
Arms outstretched
Back from the dead
Streetlights bursting overhead
You'll bury me again
You'll say it's all pretend
That I could never be great being held up against such male tastes
'Cause who really gets to be one of the greats?
One of the greats
But I've really done it this time
This one is all mine
I'll be up there with the men and the ten other women in The 100 Greatest Records of All Time
It must be nice to be a man and make boring music just because you can
Now, don't get me wrong
I'm a fan
You're my second-favourite frontman
And you could have me if you weren't so afraid of me
It's funny how men don't find power very sexy
So this one's for the ladies
Do I drive you crazy?
Did I get it right?
Did I get it right?
Do I win the prize?
Do you regret bringing me back to life?
Did I get it right?
Do I win the prize?
Do you regret bringing me back to life?
Arms outstretched
Back from the dead
Streetlights bursting overhead
Arms outstretched
Back from the dead
Streetlights bursting
Too feminine to function
A pile of bodies and a trail of destruction
I will let the light in
I will let some love in
I will be happy
It will be perfect
I will let the light in
I will let some love in
I will be happy
It will be perfect
I will let the light in
Arms outstretched, back from the dead
Streetlights bursting overhead
Arms outstretched, back from the dead
Streetlights bursting overhead
Arms outstretched, back from the dead
Streetlights bursting overhead
Arms outstretched
Arms outstretched
Streetlights bursting
Overhead
Overhead
Streetlights bursting
Overhead