Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Years, artist - Florence + The Machine.
Date of issue: 10.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 Years |
I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth, and |
I believe in love and the darker it gets, the more I do |
Try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light |
And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night |
And never, and never turn to night |
Then it’s just too much, I cannot get you close enough |
A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here |
And lord, don’t let me break this, let me hold it lightly |
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly |
We have no need to fight |
We raise our voices and let our hearts take flight |
Get higher than those planes can fly |
Where the stars do not take sides |
Then it’s just too much, I cannot get you close enough |
A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here |
And lord, don’t let me break this, let me hold it lightly |
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly |
And then it’s just too much, the streets, they still run with blood |
A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here |
And lord, don’t let me break this, let me hold it lightly |
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly |
I let him sleep, and as he does |
My held breath fills the room with love |
It hurts in ways I can’t describe |
My heart bends and breaks so many, many times |
And is born again with each sunrise |
And is born again with each sunrise |
Funerals were held all over the city |
The youth bleeding in the square |
And women raged as old men fumbled and cried |
We’re sorry, we thought you didn’t care, oh |
And how does it feel now you’ve scratched that itch? |
How does it feel? |
Pulled out all your stitches |
Hubris is a bitch |
A hundred arms, a hundred years |
A hundred arms, a hundred years |
And then it’s just too much, the streets, they still run with blood |
A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here |
And lord, don’t let me break this, let me hold it lightly |
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly |
Oh, oh, oh |