Say my name

*** Florence and the Machine, Spectrum. When we first came here we were cold and we were clear, with no colours on our skin, we were light and paper-thin. And when we first came here, we were cold and we were clear, with no colours on our skin, ‘till you let the spectrum in. Say…

No light

You can’t choose what stays and what fades away. Florence and the machine You are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed, you are the silence in between what I thought and what I said. You are the night time fear, you are the morning when it’s clear, when it’s over…