Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Programming
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Vocals
Isabella Summers
Isabella Summers
Piano
Sally Herbert
Sally Herbert
Violin
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Violin
Bruce White
Bruce White
Viola
Ian Burdge
Ian Burdge
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Songwriter
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Songwriter
Sally Herbert
Sally Herbert
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Producer
Mark Rankin
Mark Rankin
Recording Engineer
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Neil Comber
Neil Comber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Davis
John Davis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to Howl, howl Howl, howl Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness And howl, howl Howl, howl Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters (Hunters, hunters, hunters, hunters) (Hunters, hunters, hunters, hunters) The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress Until I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground And howl Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters A man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground
Writer(s): Paul Epworth, Florence Leontine Mary Welch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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