Bethany Bauman - Florence Lyrics

The first time I saw him was a mix of all color
His heart dangling from a string
I ain't ashamed to pluck low-hanging fruit
In fairness
He said I was his dream girl
Too

The first time he touched me was a bolt of lightning
Piercing, like cobblestoned streets
So we dusted off dark corners
And sharpened all our edges
I still flush
When I think of
These things

Florence, why?
Must you burn inside
The marrow of my bones?
On a train out to the sea
Now I'm trained to see
Myself
Out & back alone
Sweetheart
You and me
We are
So far
Gone now
Sweetheart
You and me
We are
Far from home
And your Irish eyes keep smiling
All the way
Down

The last time I saw him was on platform twenty-one
He could not get away fast enough
So I cried out to all of my unborn children
Each one
Present
Acounted for

Florence, why?
Must you burn inside
The marrow of my bones?
On a train out to the sea
Now I'm trained to see
Myself
Out & back alone
Sweetheart
You and me
We are
Far from
Home now
Sweetheart
You and me
We are
So far gone
And your Irish eyes keep smiling
All the way
Down