I used to see the future
And now I see nothing
They cut out my eyes
And sent me home packing
To pace around the kitchen for scraps of inspiration
Crying like Cassandra
I used to tell the future
But they cut out my tongue
And left me doing laundry
To think on what I've done
It wasn't me, it was the song

I used to move into the future
Bring it all back, let it bleed through my fingers
A treasure in my hands
Now I creep out, when there's no one about
'Cause they put crosses on the doors to try and keep me out
The garden's overgrown
And I run in the middle of the road

Well, can you see me?
I cannot see you
Everything I thought I knew
Has fallen out of view
In this blindness I'm condemned to
Well, can you hear me?
I cannot hear you
Every song I thought I knew
I've been deafened to
And there's no one left to sing to

All the gods have been domesticated
And heaven is now overrated
And the churches, they all closed their doors
You can take your complaints straight to the Lord
I try to still look with a wonder on the world
As the roses bloom
And the riot vans still plainly in view

Well, can you see me?
I cannot see you
Everything I thought I knew
Has fallen out of view
In this blindness I'm condemned to
Well, can you hear me?
I cannot hear you
Every song I thought I knew
I've been deafened to
And there's no one left to sing to

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (take me back)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (oh, drunken gods of slaughter)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (you know I've always been your favorite daughter)

Well, can you see me?
I cannot see you
Everything I thought I knew
Has fallen out of view
And if I run fast enough
Could I break apart?
As empires crumble and cathedrals flatten
In my heart

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Florence Leontine Mary Welch, Thomas Edward Percy Hull