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• Glory

  Bastille

  

  Deep in a corner of the night We were lying in the middle of the road Counting the planes as they flew by Inconceivable imagining them go And drunk we set the world to rights As we fell and hit our heads upon the curb You make me laugh until I die Can you think of any better way to choke? Stories told to me and stories told to you And did you ever feel like they were ringing true? And all their words for glory Well they always sounded empty When we’re looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven And way down here upon the ground When we’re lying in the dirt There’s no looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven Not everything had gone to plan But we made the best of what we had, you know Passing the drink from hand to hand We admit we really know nothing at all Stories told to me and stories told to you And was it feeling real, and were they ringing true? And all their words for glory Well they always sounded empty When we’re looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven And way down here upon the ground When we’re lying in the dirt There’s no looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven I’ll take my chances on the curb here with you We watched the planes leave us behind On the curb here with you We watched the planes leave us behind And then you put your hand in mine And pulled me back from things divine Stop looking up for heaven, waiting to be buried And all their words for glory Well they always sounded empty When we’re looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven And way down here upon the ground When we’re lying in the dirt There’s no looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven

  
• World Gone Mad

  Bastille

  

  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 to the very last When it feels like the world's gone mad And there's nothing you can do about it No there's nothing you can do about it When it feels like the world's gone mad And there's nothing you can do about it No there's nothing you can do about it So tell me what's the news And what is it you want me to see We're lying to ourselves And dancing by the light of the screen You don't want to fuck with us British to the very last When it feels like the world's gone mad And there's nothing you can do about it No there's nothing you can do about it When it feels like the world's gone mad And there's nothing you can do about it No there's nothing you can do about it Another man holding a microphone Trying to say something at all Or finding himself on an empty road Trying to choose which way to go So, you wanna make some money? You wanna make some money So, you wanna be somebody? You wanna make some money When it feels like the world's gone mad And there's nothing you can do about it No there's nothing you can do about it When it feels like the world's gone mad And there's nothing you can do about it No there's nothing you can do about it

  
• Those Nights

  Bastille

  

  Well, those angels they’re singing again oh ye of little faith you can’t see it they’re on the clouds, peace on earth good will to men they sing it from the heart and they mean it and I can’t quite prove that it’s real and it’s more than just something that I feel Glory to the newborn king as they sing, oh just let them sing and I’ll go along with it because of who they are so ominous they’ve come from so very far I don’t have the answers but I believe it It sounds kind of crazy but I need it we all do, it was planned before time began for a woman and a man to be dealt this hand and a baby would come to be a man and be born that day in Bethlehem and there was no room anywhere for the birth in a stables he was born the king of all the earth so humbly they weep the story for us all to tell of all his glory the angels one and all singing Well, those angels they’re singing again oh ye of little faith you can’t see it they’re on the clouds, peace on earth good will to all men they sing it from the heart and they mean it he is the perfect reason why we celebrate we pervert it make it ours try and dominate why do we feel the need to water down what he came to do, bear the cross, wear the crown just calm down, calm down and breathe and let this cold breeze break you down to your knees as the angels tell it he came for anyone he loves everyone, take the cross, choose his son he was born, lived, and died, and reigns for you and I it’s the hardest thing for me sometimes to live by but I try and I fail, I’m a sinner and a fake but trust me when I say this path I gladly take and I can’t really say it like I feel it but when those angels sing it In my heart I believe it Glory to the newborn king, can you hear it. oh just listen Well, those angels they’re singing again oh ye of little faith you can’t see it they’re on the clouds, peace on earth good will to all men they sing it from the heart and they mean it and he’s sleeping now he has no pillow for his head wrapped in rags instead, only hay for his bed he was homeless when he came to this earth humbly as a child he was born with much worth and the angels scream it for the crowds they climbed high in the clouds and sung it so loud their king was born & they gathered through the night while the stars shone bright to guide their flight and they sing, they sing it so loud, they sing it so proud can you hear it right now. oh listen

  
• 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

  
• Grip

  Bastille

  

  As the night time bleeds into the day And tomorrow spills across the sky While the sun’s a harsh reminder why We are feeling barely human We don’t know what’s good for us Cause if we did, we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie? We won’t discover ‘til we push it I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me But I should call it a day And make my way Oh, it grips me Cause the devil’s got my arms And it pulls me back into the dark But I should just walk away Walk away, oh it grips me Cause the devil’s got my arms We got drunk on this unholy wine To deliver us from our old minds A promise of a better time 'Til we’re feeling barely human We don’t know what’s good for us Cause if we did, we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie? We won’t discover ‘til we push it I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me But I should call it a day And make my way Oh, it grips me Cause the devil’s got my arms And it pulls me back into the dark But I should just walk away, away Oh, it grips me I would rather forget And wash my memory clean Oh, I would rather forget And wash my memory clean I would rather forget (I would rather forget) And wash my memory clean (Wash my memory clean) I would rather forget (I would rather forget) And wash my memory clean (Wash my memory clean) I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me But I should call it a day And make my way Oh, it grips me Cause the devil’s got my arms And it pulls me back into the dark But I should just walk away, away It grips me (It grips me, it grips me) Oh oh (It grips me, it grips me) Cause the devil’s got my arms And it pulls me back into the dark But I should just walk away, away It grips me