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. Great clouds roll over the hills.
Previously on other people's heartache.... What would you do?. This is your heart.... This is the rhythm.... You can.... Hallejuja. Pumps through your veins, can you feel it?.
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. . Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. . I was left to my own devices.
Obsession, it takes control. Obsession, it eats me whole. I can't say the words out loud. So in a rhyme I wrote you down. Now you'll live through the ages.
Oh I feel overjoyed. When you listen to my words. I see them sinking in. Oh I see them crawling underneath your skin. . Words are all we have. We'll be talking.
Oh I feel overjoyed. When you listen to my words. I see them sinking in. Oh I see them crawling underneath your skin. . Words are all we have. We'll be talking.
Rhythm is a dancer. It's a soul's companion. People feel it everywhere. Lift your hands and voices. Free your mind and join us. You can feel it in the air.
"Well, I run the office. And uh, tend the cabins and grounds and.... ...And do the errands for my mother,. The ones she allows I might be capable of doing".
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?.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. . Never had much faith in love or miracles. Never wanna put my heart on the line. But swimming in your world is something spiritual.
Walking out into the dark. Cutting out a different path. Lead by your beating heart. . All the people of the town. Cast their eyes right to the ground.
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. Lies right down within it.
You took me to your favourite place on earth. To see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth. Our fingers traced in circles round its history.
We'll make our agreements. About when to meet. And I'll leave you in the doorway. The cold evening aches. As it leaves in its wake. All the memories left by the day.
[Intro: spoken]. 3, 4.... . [Verse 1]. I'm the lesser of two evils. Over my eye, am I tricking myself nice. If I'm a lesser of two evils. Who's this man, who's this act I hide behind?.
[Bastille]. Hindsight's a wonderful thing. We were all experts in the end. I don't know where to begin. But let's start with the truth. 'Cause it gets you in the end.
We'll make our agreements. About when to meet. And I'll leave you in the doorway. The cold evening aches. As it leaves in its wake. All the memories left by the day.
Hindsight's a wonderful thing. When we're all experts who pretend. Where's a good place to begin?. Let's start with the truth. 'Cause it gets you in the end.
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.
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,.