Apr 22
April comes with its blossoms beaten by rain Oh, the hope and the horror, singing daffodils again The land, it thaws, and the leaves turn green And the blue stars of snow glories with the winter jasmine
And I am changing, becoming something else A creature of longing, tending only to myself Licking my wounds, burrowing down In a house in the woods on the edge of town Well, healing is slow, it comes and it goes A glimpse of the sun, then a flurry of snow The first green shoots and a sudden frost Oh, something's gained when something's lost The rot and the ruin, the earth and the worms The seasons change, the world turns The world turns
Florence + The Machine - Perfume and Milk
