Bastille - Good Grief Lyrics

"So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?"

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers

Shuts my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other, oh
One ear out the other, oh
Burning bright right 'til 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 have to see them burn
Shame we have 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 party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle
Now stop worrying and go get dressed"

You might have to excuse me
I've lost control of all of my senses
And 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