作词 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff
作曲 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff
We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
About the world ending and the scale of my ambition
And how much is art really worth
The very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most
But you need your rotten heart, your dazzling pain like diamond rings
You need to go to war to find material to sing
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I need my golden crown of sorrow, my blood sword to swing
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
And a woman is a changeling, always shift and shape
Just when you think you have it figured out, something new begins to take
What strange claws are these, scratching in my skin
I never knew my killer would be coming from within
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I need my golden crown of sorrow, my blood sword to swing
I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
'Cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I was never as good as I always thought I was
But I knew how to dress it up
I was never satisfied, it never let me go
Just drag me by my hair back home with the show