it's so strange now when the time has covered me with a new dress... kind of that was made without you.

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love, 
so in love, so in love, 
so in love, so in love...

(Florence + The Machine - Blinding)