happiness hit her
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 her drink
and washed it away
down the kitchen sink
leave all your longing
your loving
behind
you can't carry it with you
if you want to survive
dog days are over
florence and the machine
