Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: 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.
Tác giả: Dan Smith & Mark Crew
Ca sĩ: Bastille
"So the question is, why doesn't he grow up. Why does he still behave as a child. How can we help him get rid of these leftovers from childish behavior". This is the winter of our youth. Oh but I'm not there.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Bastille
Aah aah aah, aah aah aah. Aah aah aah, aah aah aah. Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story? Saturday night was at this real wild party. There was liquor overflowin' the cup. About 5 or 6 strippers trying to.
Tác giả: Dan Smith & Mark Crew
Ca sĩ: Bastille
"What the fuck are y'all doing is the question. This is the question". The animals break out their cages. Now chaos is raining down around us. But here we stand with our arms folded. Do you wanna be free of.
Tác giả: Dan Smith & Mark Crew
Ca sĩ: Bastille
- "When the event happens, there is little time to think of those things that people would like to have remain private". - "Getting caught up in the circus-like atmosphere, feeling less responsible to.
Tác giả: Dan Smith & Mark Crew
Ca sĩ: Bastille
3, 4... I'm the lesser of two evils. Or am I, am I tricking myself nice? If I'm a lesser of two evils. Who's this man, who's this act I hide behind? There are two ways to skin.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Bastille
I can feel your eyes in the back of my head. Burning, burning, burning. Floating through the room as the hairs on my arms are. Rising, rising, rising. I'm chemically drawn closer to you. Eyes wide, eyes wide.
Tác giả: Dan Smith
Ca sĩ: Bastille
These streets are yours, you can keep them. I don't want them. They pull me back, and I surrender. To the memories I run from. Oh, we have paved these streets. With moments of defeat. But even if we won't admit it to.
Tác giả: Dan Smith & Mark Crew
Ca sĩ: Bastille
Ooh, I'm not ready. Ooh, I'm not ready. Ooh, I'm not ready. Ooh, I'm not ready. Snakes are biting in my heels. The worries that refuse to let us go. I've been kicking them away. And hoping not to let.