Heaven Is Here
Florence Welch
Oh, bring your salt, bring your cigarette
Draw me a circle and I'll protect
Heaven is here, if you want it
Oh, bring your boy, bring your bottle
Open your mouth, pour it down his neck
Heaven is here, if you want it
And all of the fish, let them flounder
I went to the water, drank every drop
I'll turn your sea to a desert
More catholic taste than the devil
All gilded and golden, yes, I'm your girl
Hell, if it glitters, I'm going
And I ride
In my red dress
And time
Stretches endless
With my gun in my hand
You know I always get my man
And every song I wrote
Became an escape rope
Tied around my neck
To pull me up to Heaven