@migu music@

作词 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff

作曲 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff

All the things that I ran from

I now bring as close to me as I can

Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth

My montage of lost things

My shiny trinkets of grief

Why don't you give me a call?

Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all

And all this work gone to waste

You make me climb when you shut the gate