Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Vocals
Dave Bayley
Dave Bayley
Programming
Tom Moth
Tom Moth
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Bayley
Dave Bayley
Songwriter
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Songwriter
Tom Moth
Tom Moth
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Producer
Dave Bayley
Dave Bayley
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Billy Halliday
Billy Halliday
Engineer
Ben Loveland
Ben Loveland
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Rooney
John Rooney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lauren Marquez
Lauren Marquez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

I was always able to write my way out Song always made sense to me Now I find that when I look down Every page is empty There is nothing to describe Except the moon still bright against the worrying sky I pray the trees will get their leaves soon So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love And when it came, it was stranger than I had ever imagined No cracking open of heaven But quiet and still (all my friends are getting ill) So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love My arms emptied, the skies emptied The billboards emptied My arms emptied, the skies emptied The buildings emptied So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love My arms emptied, the skies emptied The billboards emptied My arms emptied, the skies emptied The buildings emptied
Writer(s): Florence Leontine Mary Welch, David Algernon Bayley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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