Bastille

Things we lost to the flames Things we’ll never see again All that we have amassed Sits before us, shattered into ash These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire fire fire These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire fire…

We were young and drinking in the park There was nowhere else to go And you said you always had my back Oh but how were we to know? That these are the days that bind you together, forever And these little things define you forever, forever All this bad blood here Won’t you let…

So this is where we are It’s not where we had wanted to be If half the world’s gone mad The other half just don’t care, you see You don’t want to fuck with us British till the very last When it feels like the world’s gone mad And there’s nothing you can do about…

It’s a quarter past midnight As we cut through the city Yeah yeah yeah The streets are getting restless Good times bad decisions Yeah yeah yeah It’s a quarter past midnight And the sirens are mending some hearts But we’re the losers on the back seats Singing “love will tear us apart” It’s a quarter…

“it was a slight on my honor, so he deserved it.” “but we’re talking about the most brilliant mind this world has ever seen.” I’ve got demons running round in my head And they feed on insecurities i have Won’t you lay your healing hands on my chest? Let your ritual clean Soak the ropes…

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one A wonderful part of the mess that we made We pick ourselves undone All of your flaws and all of my flaws, they lie there hand in hand Ones we’ve inherited, ones that we learn They pass from man…

When you fall asleep with your head upon my shoulder. When you’re in my arms but you’ve gone somewhere deeper. Are you going to age with grace? Are you going to age without mistakes? Are you going to age with grace, Or only to wake and hide your face? When oblivion is calling out your…

When i watch the world burn All i think about is you When i watch the world burn All i think about is you There must be something in the kool-aid Cruising through the doom days God knows what is real and what is fake Last couple years have been a mad trip But how’d…

So, what would you little maniacs like to do first? Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Shut my eyes and count to ten It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other Burning bright right till the end Now you’ll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs…