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