paroles de chanson Prayer Factory - Florence + The Machine

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
Shining 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, then you shut the gate