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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Florence + the Machine
Florence + the Machine
Performer
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Vocals
Cyrus Bayandor
Cyrus Bayandor
Bass Guitar
Loren Humphrey
Loren Humphrey
Drums
Rob Ackroyd
Rob Ackroyd
Guitar
Tom Moth
Tom Moth
Harp
Aku Orraca-Tetteh
Aku Orraca-Tetteh
Keyboards
Dion Douglas
Dion Douglas
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Composer
Dave Bayley
Dave Bayley
Composer
Tom Moth
Tom Moth
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Madix
Brad Madix
Recording Engineer
Hannah Brodrick
Hannah Brodrick
Engineer
Elad Kleiner
Elad Kleiner
Engineer
Nick Jackson
Nick Jackson
Engineer
John Peter Anon
John Peter Anon
Engineer
Mark Falcone
Mark Falcone
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Matt Wiggins
Matt Wiggins
Mixing Engineer
Felipe Gutierrez
Felipe Gutierrez
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I was always able to write my way out The 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! 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 New York! Thank you for bringing me back to life, hahaha 'Cause this song was written in time, when the old venues were emptied Arenas were emptied Nobody can gather together and dance So we'd like, whatever like to practice with you this evening New York is a resurrection of dance But at first, I'm gonna need everybody in here To get along, get quite, get still Get along, get quite, get still Madison's playing good rhythm (get along) 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 And you wait for time to do what it does I don't know where to put my love New York we love you 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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