There should be some kind of warning around me, for people like you to stay away.
Because my actions are like claws and you are always standing so close.
There should be some kind of antidote near me, for people like you to heal after my touch.
Because this essence of poison that consumes my energy was spilled all over you.
I wish I could become a better protector from my own damage,
And avoid your presence to come this close,
Because so far, I don't have the solution to this war.
There should be a version of myself that could visit you only during dreams,
Because it feels like that would be the only way I could get near you without hurting you.
In the photo: Rosana Goerke
Lyrics by Florence
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running freeScreaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to
Howl, howl
Howl, howl
Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness
And howl, howl
Howl, howl
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
And howl
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
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