King

作词 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff

作曲 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff

We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children

About the world ending and the scale of my ambition

And how much is art really worth

The very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most

But you need your rotten heart, your dazzling pain like diamond rings

You need to go to war to find material to sing

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing

My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape

Just when you think you have it figured out

Something new begins to take

What strangе claws are these scratching at my skin

I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing

I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

’Cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

Oh

Oh

Oh, ooh

Oh

And I was never as good as I always thought I was

But I knew how to dress it up

I was never satisfied, it never let me go

Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show