Text: Florence and the Machine. Lungs. Dog Days Are Over.

Happiness / hit her / like a train on a tra-ck
Coming towards her / stuck still / no turning ba-ck
She hid around corners / and she hid under beds /
She killed it with kisses and from it she fl-ed /
With e-very bubble she sank with a drink /
And wa-shed it away down the kitchen sink.

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are comin' so you better run

Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father /
Run for your children all your sisters and brothers /
Leave all your love and your longing behind.
You can't carry it with you / if you want to survive

The dog days are ove-r /
The dog days are do~ne /
Can you hear the horse-s/
'Cos here they come

And I- never wanted /
anything from yo-u /
Except /
e-verything / you had
And / what was left after that too / Oh!

Happiness / hit her / like a bullet in the ba-ck
Struck from /a great height

By someone /who should have known be-tte-r / than tha-t

The dog days are ove-r /
The dog days are do~ne /
Can you hear the horses /
'Cos here they co-me

Run fast for your mother / run fast for your father
Run for your children all your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can't carry it with you / if you want to survive

The dog days are ove-r /
The dog days are do~ne /
Can you hear the horse-s/
'Cos here they co-me/

The dog days are ove-r /
The dog days are do~ne /
The horse-s are co-min'
So you'd better ru-n /

The dog days and over-r /
The dog days are do~ne /
The horse-s are co-mi -n' /
So you'd better ru--n