Текст песни The Old Religion - Florence + The Machine

And the old religion
Humming in your veins
Some animal instinct starting up again
And I am wound so tightly
I hardly even breathe
You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release
So tired of being careful
So tired of being still
Give me something I can crush
Something I can kill

A lightning strike
A fallen tree
And I'm afraid
Oh don't let it find me
But you can't outrun
Yourself you see
And I'm powerless
Oh don't remind me

And it's the old religion
But the urge remains the same
Freedom from the body
Freedom from the pain
And it's your troubled hero
Back for season six
When it's at its darkest, it's my favourite bit
And I am wound so tightly
I hardly even breathe
You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release
Watch me crawl on hands and knees
And scratch at the door of heaven

A lightning strike
A fallen tree
And I'm afraid
Oh don't let it find me
But you can't outrun
Yourself you see
And I'm powerless
I know, don't remind me

And it's the old religion
Humming in your veins
Some animal instinct
Starting up again
And I am wound so tightly
I hardly even breathe
You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release

A lightning strike
A fallen tree
And I'm afraid
Oh don't let it find me
But you can't outrun
Yourself you see
And I'm powerless
Oh don't remind me