Florence and the Machine
Happiness it hurt, like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners, and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses, and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it way down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over, the dog days are done
The horses are coming, so you better run
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, and your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and you loving behind
Cant carry it with you if you want to survive
"Dog days are over"