Песня «Laura Palmer»
исполнителя Bastille.
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• The Draw

  Bastille

  

  (Oo-oo-oooh, oo-oo-oooh Hoo hoo, hoo-oo-oo) In my left hand There is the familiar (Hoo) In my right hand There’s the great unknown (Hoo) I can see the Madly different grass there (Hoo) But I’m drawn to Wilder nights at home (Hoo) Don’t listen to your friends See the despair behind their eyes Don’t listen to your friends They only care once in a while I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me Are you drifting Way beyond what’s normal? (Hoo) 'Cause 'round your mind rings The words that they would say (Say, say) When you go home Everything looks different (Hoo) And you’re scared of Being left behind (Hoo) Just listen to your friends Trust that they’re fair, look in their eyes Just listen to your friends They only care and hope you’re alright I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me Back, back, back, back, back… Oo-oo-oooh, oo-oo-oooh Hoo hoo, hoo-oo-oo Oo-oo-oooh, oo-oo-oooh Hoo hoo, hoo-oo-oo I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me I can feel the draw, the draw The draw, the dra-a-aw Oh, oh oh Oh, oh oh

  
• Good Grief

  Bastille

  

  [Spoken:] So, what would you little maniacs like to do first? [Verse 1:] 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 [Verse 2:] Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers In my thoughts you're far away And you are whistling the melody, whistling the melody Crystallizing clear as day Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily [Pre-Chorus:] What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh [Chorus:] Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more [Verse 3:] Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Caught off guard by your favorite song Oh I'll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral Sleeping in the clothes you love It's such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn [Pre-Chorus:] What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh [Chorus:] Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more [Spoken:] If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle Now stop worrying and go get dressed [Bridge:] You might have to excuse me I've lost control of all my senses And you might have to excuse me I've lost control of all my words So get drunk, call me a fool Put me in my place, put me in my place Pick me up, up off the floor Put me in my place, put me in my place [Chorus:] Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more [Outro:] Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Cause every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

  
• Back To The Future

  Bastille

  

  Feels like we danced into a nightmare We’re living 1984 If doublethink’s no longer fiction We’ll dream of Huxley’s Island shores Waking life, it lets us down So close your eyes and melt away In the middle of the night, I can dream away Change what I like and go back to the future again In the middle of the night, gonna scream your name Bring you to life, then go back to the future again In the middle of the night, ahoo, ahoo Now that reality’s distorted Can we just Blade Run-Run away? Back into some imagined future Let’s tap our heels three times and pray Uh, waking life, it lets us down So close your eyes and melt away In the middle of the night, I can dream away Change what I like and go back to the future again In the middle of the night, gonna scream your name Bring you to life, then go back to the future again In the middle of the night, ahoo, ahoo In the middle of the night, ahoo, ahoo Hey, uh, uh Uh, take me back to the future Uh, take me back to the future Uh, take me back to the future Uh, take me back to the future Uh, let’s go back to the future Uh, let’s go back to the future In the middle of the night, can I dream away? Bring you to life, then go back to the future again In the middle of the night (ahoo) In the middle of the night In the middle of the night, ahoo, ahoo

  
• Fake It

  Bastille

  

  And I don't think that that's a selfish want, I really don't. I'm not saying that I have this capacity because it's hard to develop that capacity on your own, when you're being stopped at every turn. Drive around, night time, nowhere to go Melt me down, I'm like wax to your jokes Lost and found, knocking heads, laying low And there's no point reliving crimes to lose this Still wanna waste all of my time I wanna waste all of my time Still wanna waste all of my time I wanna waste all of my time With you Oh my lover, my lover, my love We can never go back We can only do our best to recreate Don't turn over, turn over the page We should rip it straight out Then let's try our very best to fake it Show me joy, flower through disarray Let's destroy each mistake that we made Then restore the color back to the grey There's no pride in sharing scars to prove it Still wanna waste all of my time I wanna waste all of my time Still wanna waste all of my time I wanna waste all of my time With you Oh my lover, my lover, my love We can never go back We can only do our best to recreate Don't turn over, turn over the page We should rip it straight out Then let's try our very best to fake it Help me turn a blind eye Days and nights we lost to weakness Help me turn a blind eye Days and nights we lost to weakness Oh my lover, my lover, my love We can never go back We can only do our best to recreate Don't turn over, turn over the page We should rip it straight out Then let's do our very best to fake it Oh my lover, my lover, my love We can never go back We can only do our best to recreate Don't turn over, turn over the page We should rip it straight out Then let's do our very best to fake it

  
• Get Home

  Bastille

  

  How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I We are the last people standing At the end of the night We are the greatest pretenders In the cold morning light This is just another night And we’ve had many of them To the morning we’re cast out But I know I’ll land here again How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I There’s a light in the bedroom But it’s dark Scattered around on the floor All my thoughts This is just another night And we’ve had many of them To the morning we’re cast out But I know I’ll land here again How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I The birds are mocking me They call to be heard The birds are mocking me They curse my return How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I I’m lost…