Good Grief
Bastille
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
One ear out, the other
Burning bright right till the end
Now you’ll be missing from the photographs
Missing from the photographs
Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers
In my thoughts, you’re far away
And you are whistling a melody
Whistling a melody
Crystallizing clear as day
Oh, I can picture you so easily
Picture you so easily
What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?
What’s gonna be left of the world? Oh
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
Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers
Caught off guard by your favorite song
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
What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?
What’s gonna be left of the world? Oh
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
If you want to be a partier animal
You have to learn to live in the jungle
Now stop worrying and go and get dressed
You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my senses
You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all of 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
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
Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers
'Cause every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
