Too Much Is Never Enough - Florence + The Machine

And the crown—it weighs heavy

'Til it’s banging on my eyelids

Retreating in covers and closing the curtains

One thing’s for certain, oh

A year like this passes so strangely

Somewhere between sorrow and bliss

Oh, who decides from where up high?

I couldn’t say, «I need more time.»

Oh, grant that I can stay the night

Or one more day inside this life

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never, never, never enough

Oh, you wondrous creature

Coming up who we are

'Cause I’m retreating in covers and closing the curtains

One thing’s for certain, oh

A year like this passes so strangely

Somewhere between sorrow and bliss

And who decides from where up high?

(one other year; a hundred flags flying in a field)

I couldn’t say, «I need more time.»

(one day, felt it let go of me)

Oh, grant that I can stay the night

(one other year; a hundred flags flying in a field)

Or one more day inside this life

(one day, felt it let go of me)

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never, never, never enough

And who cares about the thing I did that night?

So what?

Maybe Luna had it right

And who cares if I’m coming back alive?

So what?

'Least I have the strength to fight

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never enough

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Never, never, never enough

One other year;

a hundred flags flying in a field

One day, felt it let go of me

One other year;

a hundred flags flying in a field

One day, felt it let go of me

A hundred flags flying in a field

One day, felt it let go of me

One other year;

a hundred flags flying in a field

One day, felt it let go of me