I feel like there isn’t a whole lot I can say about this song, maybe because I don’t know that much about it (maybe because it’s only part of the deluxe version of the album from which it comes). But it’s one of my favorite songs off Florence and the Machine’s debut album Lungs. It reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe, specifically “The Tell-Tale Heart” and “The Black Cat,” and I love me some Poe. It even reminds me a little of the 2010 film The Black Swan.
Really it just speaks for itself, both in Florence Welch’s powerful voice and vivid lyrics. Unlike Poe’s short stories, we never know what she’d done or who she’d become, but the guilt of it plagues the singer, eventually consuming her whole. Like Poe’s and Portman’s characters, it ultimately leads to her demise.
It’s beautiful, it’s fascinating, it’s amazing, and I think it’s one of the best songs from the album, and that’s including “Kiss With a Fist” and “Dog Days Are Over.”