Florence and The Machine !

Happiness, it hurt like a train on a track coming towards her, stuck still no turning back, she hid around corners and she hid under beds, she killed it with kisses and from it she fled, with every bubble she sank with a drink and washed it away down the kitchen sink, the dog days are over, the horses are coming so you better run, run fast for your mother run fast for your father run for your children and your sisters and brothers, leave all your love and your loving behind you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive, and I never wanted anything from you except everything you had and what was left after that too ;