I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth, and I believe in love and the darker it gets, the more I do Try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night And never, and never turn to night Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly We have no need to fight We raise our voices and let our hearts take flight Get higher than those planes can fly Where the stars do not take sides Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly I let him sleep, and as he does My held breath fills the room with love It hurts in ways I can't describe My heart bends and breaks so many, many times And is born again with each sunrise And is born again with each sunrise Funerals were held all over the city The youth bleeding in the square And women raged as old men fumbled and cried We're sorry, we thought you didn't care, oh And how does it feel now you've scratched that itch? How does it feel? Pulled out all your stitches Hubris is a bitch A hundred arms, a hundred years A hundred arms, a hundred years And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly Oh, oh, oh
From 1897 Winchester to 1900 @ prescriptions for .45 acp and Thompson could hold a 100 more. nowadays a year of war is common sense of a victim it makes of humanity itself. 19.20-1.920-192.0
I am posting Breaking Something BEAUTIFUL Recovery Procedures open source on Facebook the way I originally did on TH-cam right after I found you, cuz. Seems lazy is systemic. My dissertations are too long to publish all at once. Besides the Songs are too many long with the Art. Healing isn't one size fits all. It is PERSONAL. Use what you need. I know about your Gram. Don't worry. She is back. Just look for the right baby. The EYES tell. Love, Blyssie the Magick 🐉.
![South London Forever [Instrumental] - Florence + the Machine](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/DufdBVXTb44/mqdefault.jpg)
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My favorite thing about Florence instrumentals is imagining her stomping and hitting stuff around the studio
Pretty Little Liars ikr!!!!
So organic
You can just about hear her voice in this at times and it's beautiful. Makes it feel so ethereal, almost tribal.
_this will be my most fav instrumental from High As Hope_
I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth, and
I believe in love and the darker it gets, the more I do
Try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light
And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night
And never, and never turn to night
Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough
A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
We have no need to fight
We raise our voices and let our hearts take flight
Get higher than those planes can fly
Where the stars do not take sides
Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough
A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood
A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
I let him sleep, and as he does
My held breath fills the room with love
It hurts in ways I can't describe
My heart bends and breaks so many, many times
And is born again with each sunrise
And is born again with each sunrise
Funerals were held all over the city
The youth bleeding in the square
And women raged as old men fumbled and cried
We're sorry, we thought you didn't care, oh
And how does it feel now you've scratched that itch?
How does it feel?
Pulled out all your stitches
Hubris is a bitch
A hundred arms, a hundred years
A hundred arms, a hundred years
And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood
A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
Oh, oh, oh
You're my hero!!! Now I can pretend I can sing.
This is SIMPLY AMAZING!!! THANK YOU
2:27 - 2:51 the exorcism :)
This song is so beautiful 🥰
OMG I LOVE U SO MUCH OMG OMG OMG THANK YOU
very nice
clap clap clap clap HUH HUH HUH HUH clap clap clap clap
From 1897 Winchester to 1900 @ prescriptions for .45 acp and Thompson could hold a 100 more. nowadays a year of war is common sense of a victim it makes of humanity itself. 19.20-1.920-192.0
I am posting Breaking Something BEAUTIFUL Recovery Procedures open source on Facebook the way I originally did on TH-cam right after I found you, cuz.
Seems lazy is systemic.
My dissertations are too long to publish all at once. Besides the Songs are too many long with the Art. Healing isn't one size fits all. It is PERSONAL.
Use what you need. I know about your Gram. Don't worry. She is back.
Just look for the right baby. The EYES tell.
Love,
Blyssie the Magick 🐉.