Mentionsy

memory fails me names and faces blur there is only after or before am i so different have i changed i do not recognize my face the scar face that pulls inside tugging at me all the time chewing on a feeling

Spitting it out Crouched in a ball gown Anxious and ashamed Vague humiliations of faith I do not find worthiness a virtue I no longer try to be good

It didn't keep me safe Like you told me that it would So come on, tear me wide open A terrible please Let the chorus console me Sympathy magic A light coming in the window just so And the wind through my fingers

Już prawie 9 minut po godzinie 10 przy mikrofonie radia UWM FM Piotr Szałer.

Pewnie są wśród was tacy, którzy bardzo wyczekują nowego albumu Florence and the Machine.

Summer's vine is knotted Twisting in the ground While fennel in the wetlands Nightfall hurling down Hear them in the valley They called me when you fell What else is as heavy as a missionary bell?

Between the waves you floated Between the waves of sound Down in discords undertow Where every ship is drowned It tolls every muscle It takes every sail Not to buckle under the weight of A missionary bear

A missionary bell, a missionary bell Not to buckle under the weight of a missionary bell

I'm gripping more than a pinch of salt

So I thought I'd stay busy, cause busy is sick Busy keeps the change away Busy keeps, busy keeps Busy keeps the pain away Busy keeps, busy keeps Busy keeps the change away Please don't blame me this game Love happens in slow, slow, slow time But we change our story

You can save all your promises Till the bitter end What is real?

Am I a part of you?

Anna of the North, znana Wam zapewne również z anteny radia UWM FM.

Zapowiada dwuczęściowy album zatytułowany Girl in the Battle.

Call Me, Anna of the North.

Anna of the North, nowy singer zatytułowany Call Me.

Lovers walk along the shore And leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment of a song

half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware that the autumn leaves were turning to the color of his hair

Lovers walk along the shore And leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over You were suddenly aware For a moment you could not recall The color of his eyes

Like a circle and a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On a never spinning reel As the images unwind

Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your