Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Florence , by - Loyle Carner. Release date: 19.01.2017
Song language: English
Florence |
| She could be my little freckled-face fidgeter, me but miniature |
| Sleeping on the sofa 'til she tackles and I tickle her, the whisperer |
| Uh, I could be your listener, telling me your stories |
| But I’m showing her a signature, the scribbler |
| Saying that she’s finished but I tell her eat her spinach |
| And she’ll see the sky’s the limit, trust |
| 'Cause when we’re with it I can feel there ain’t no limit |
| Just be free, me and my sister, I can see the skies are limitless |
| Uh, I feel her brush her hand across my cheek 'til I speak |
| I yawn and say «Good morning», keep her sweet, squeeze her deep |
| 'Til she giggles, starts to wriggle in the sheet |
| Then she disappears and sweeps me off my feet, I need to eat |
| Uh, I’m reminded of the handshakes |
| Remember that I promised her some pancakes |
| So I stagger to the stove and start to stand braze |
| See, I’mma make 'em like my Nan makes |
| I see you perching on the corner of the weeping window pane |
| You’re growing up fast just like the flora |
| The world is yours, come shine or rain |
| I could be your freckled-face figure, her but bigger |
| Shelter her from school when all the snitches start to snigger |
| I’ll be sticking with her, hold her close and deeper within her |
| She would better me reading the recipe while cooking dinner |
| My little sinner wander walking in the park |
| Put her to bed then end up talking 'til it’s dark |
| She spins a web and I get caught up in the laugh |
| I should go but though I know I shouldn’t ask |
| See, my sisters like, «Nah, there’s one more task» |
| I ain’t bored of one, I’m laying with her 'til the morning come |
| More begun, I’mma warm her like the morning sun |
| «Good morning, Ben», again, we talk until the morning’s done |
| Uh, and I’m reminded of the handshakes |
| Remember that I promised her some pancakes |
| So I stagger to the stove, start to stand braze |
| See, I’mma make 'em like my Nan makes |
| I see you perching on the corner of the weeping window pane |
| You’re growing up fast just like the flora |
| The world is yours, come shine or rain |
| Whilst you’re here beside me |
| Just know I’m only one pancake away |
| You’ll know where to find me |
| Any time, any place |