My Love (Poem Version)

Florence + The Machine

Compositor: Dave Bayley / Florence Welch

I was always able to write my way out
The song always made sense to me
But now I find when I look down
Every page is empty

There is nothing to describe
Except the Moon still bright against the worrying sky
I pray the trees will get their leaves soon

So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love

And when it came, it was stranger than I had ever imagined
No cracking open of heaven
But quiet and still
All my friends are getting ill

So tell me where to put my love
Do wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love

So tell me where to put my love
Do wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love

My arms emptied, the skies emptied
The billboards emptied
My arms emptied, the skies emptied
The buildings emptied

So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love

My arms emptied, the skies emptied
The billboards emptied
My arms emptied, the skies emptied
The buildings emptied