And I had a dream about my old school And she was there all pink and gold And glittering I threw my arms around her legs Came to weeping (came to weeping) Came to weeping (came to weeping)
In the grass was so green against my new clothes And I did cartwheels in your honor Dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials Before the service began In the graveyard, doing handstands
And I heard your voice as clear as day And you told me I should concentrate It was all so strange and so surreal That a ghost should be so practical
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only if for a night | florence and the machine
And she was there all pink and gold
And glittering I threw my arms around her legs
Came to weeping (came to weeping)
Came to weeping (came to weeping)
In the grass was so green against my new clothes
And I did cartwheels in your honor
Dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials
Before the service began
In the graveyard, doing handstands
And I heard your voice as clear as day
And you told me I should concentrate
It was all so strange and so surreal
That a ghost should be so practical
Only if for a night