King (Poem Version)

Lyrics by：Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff

Composed by：Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff

We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children

About the world ending and the scale of my ambition

And how much is art really worth

When the very thing you're best

At is the thing that hurts the most

But you need your rotten heart

Your dazzling pain like diamond rings

You need to go to war

To find material to sing

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing

My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

'Cause I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

But a woman is a changeling always shifting shape

Just when you think you have it figured out

Something new begins to take

And what strange claws are these scratching at my skin

I never knew my killer would be coming from within

But I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

And I was never as good as I always thought I was

But I knew how to dress it up

I was never satisfied it never let me go

Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show