i’ve been growing wild, home grown in heaven, i’ll be your flower child, keep you guessing.

money, who needs it? let me live my life free and easy. put a toothbrush in my hand and let me be a travellin’ woman… cos i’m a road runner baby, can’t stay in one place too long, i’m a road runner baby.

fleetwood mac

remember how we used to party up all night? sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life… drinking in the small town firelight.

when we first came here, we were cold and we were clear, with no colors on our skin. we were light and paper-thin, with no colors on our skin, til you let the spectrum in.

and when we come for you, we’ll be dressed up all in blue, with the ocean in our arms, kissing eyes and kissing palms. and when it’s time to pray, we’ll be dressed up all in grey, with metal on our tongues and silver in our lungs.

and when we come back we’ll be dressed in black and you’ll scream our names aloud. and we won’t eat and we won’t sleep, we’ll drag our bodies from their graves.

so… say my name - and every colors illuminates - we are shining - and we’ll never be afraid again…

florence and the machine “spectrum”

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