Текст песни Bastille - Good grief
Bastille - Good grief слова песни
[Bastille]So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?Watching through my fingersWatching through my fingersShut my eyes and count to tenIt goes in one ear out the otherOne ear out the otherBurning bright right till the endNow you’ll be missing from the photographsMissing from the photographsWatching through my fingers...Watching through my fingers...In my thoughts you’re far away and you are whistling a melodyWhistling a melodyCrystallizing clear as day, oh I can picture you so easilyPicture you so easilyWhat’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in itWhat’s gonna be left of the world ohEvery minute and every hourI miss you, I miss you, I miss you more!Every stumble and each misfireI miss you, I miss you, I miss you more!Watching through my fingersWatching through my fingersCaught off guard by your favorite songI’ll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeralSleeping in the clothes you loveIt’s such a shame we had to see them burnShame we had to see them burnWhat’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in itWhat’s gonna be left of the world ohEvery minute and every hourI miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreEvery stumble and each misfireI miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreYou might have to excuse meI’ve lost control of all my sensesAnd you might have to excuse meI’ve lost control of all my wordsSo get drunk, call me a fool, put me in my place, put me in my placePick me up, up off the floor, put me in my place, put me in my placeEvery minute and every hourI miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreEvery stumble and each misfireI miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreWatching through my fingers, watching through my fingersCause every minute and every hour(I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more...)