Baixar Mais Tocadas: Bastille clipes

I was left to my own devices / Many days fell away with nothing to show / And the walls kept tumbling down / In the city that we love

(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)

I was left to my own devices / Many days fell away with nothing to show / And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love / Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above

I run the office and tend the cabins and grounds / And do the errands for my mother / The ones she allows I might be capable of doing / And do you go out with friends?

Thought I’d never be waking / On the kitchen floor / But here I lie, not the first time / Now my morning has broken

Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been thinking / I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier / When the morning comes / When we see what we’ve become

Things we lost to the flames / Things we’ll never see again / All that we’ve amassed / Sits before us, shattered into ash

Look who’s digging their own grave / That is what they all say / You’ll drink yourself to death / Look who makes their own bed

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

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