[bad word]  [bad word] florence.and.the.machine

If you could only see the beast you've made of me 
I held it in but now it seems you've set [bad word] free 
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart 
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tempt my way in 
You are the moon that makes the night for which I have to howl 
My fingers claw your skin, try to tempt my way in 
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl 
Howl, howl

Now there's no rolling back, I'm aching to attack 
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out 
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound 
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hollow ground

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my breast 
I want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness

And howl, howl 
Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers 
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters 
Hunters, hunters, hunters 
Hunters, hunters, hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress 
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest 
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound 
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hollow ground

And howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers 
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters

If you could only see the beast you've made of me 
I held it in but now it seems instead [bad word] free 
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound 
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hollow ground