作词 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff/Thomas Bartlett

作曲 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff/Thomas Bartlett

And I am freaking out in the middle of the street

With the complete conviction of someone who's never had anything actually really bad happen to them

But I am committed now to the feeling

I don't know how it started

Don't know how to stop it

Suddenly, I'm dancin'

To imaginary music

Something's coming, so out of breath

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

Something's coming, so out of breath

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

And this is the end

And I'm thinking about her

Driving around in the backseat of the car

I'll be your demon daddy

And do they speak to you?

'Cause they spеak to me too

The pressurе and the panic

You push your body through

Something's coming, so out of breath

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

Something's coming, so out of breath

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

You said that rock and roll is dead

But is that just because it has not been

Resurrected in your image?

Like if Jesus came back

But in a beautiful dress

And all the evangelicals were like

"Oh, yes"

"Oh, yes"

Something's coming, so out of breath

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

(Something's coming, something's coming)

Something's comings, so out of breath

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

(Something's coming, something's coming)

Something's coming, so out of breath

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

(Something's coming, something's coming)

Something's coming, so out of breath

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

(Something's coming, something's coming)