Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) (BBC Proms at the Royal Albert Hall)

Florence + The Machine, Jules Buckley
Album : Symphony of Lungs - BBC Proms at the Royal Albert Hall
Composition : Florence Welch, Paul Epworth
Composing : Florence Welch, Paul Epworth

Raise it up, raise it up
The looking glass, so shiny and new
How quickly the glamour fades
I start spinning, slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take? (Raise it up)
You made a deal and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough? (Raise it up, raise it up)
It's not enough (Raise it up, raise it up)
Here I am, a rabbit-hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I've made the final sacrifice
We raise it up, this offering
We raise it up
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
I look around, but I can't find you (Raise it up)
If only I could see your face (Raise it up)
I start rushing towards the skyline (Raise it up)
I wish that I could just be brave
I must become a lion-hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice
We raise it up, this offering
We raise it up
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Raise it up, raise it up
Raise it up, raise it up
And in the spring, I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky, I offer it
I have been practicing my cues with Jules all day
And I'm still a little confused sometimes
But everyone here has been so patient and lovely with me
Thank you so much!
Jules says, "we're coming in 8 bars"
And I'm like, "what does that mean, you know?"
People on the top where are you?
And the sides?
And in the middle?
Are you ready?
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb, who is the knife?
And Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb, who is the knife?
And Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb, who is the knife?
And Midas is king, he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
This is a gift