Bastille :: Grip
As the nighttime bleeds into the day And tomorrow spills across the sky While the sun’s a harsh reminder Why we’re feeling barely human We don’t know what’s good for us ‘Cause if we did we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie We won’t discover till we push it I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me When I should call it a day And make my way, oh, it grips me ‘Cause the Devil’s got my arms And it pulls me back into the door I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me ‘Cause the Devil’s got my arms We got drunk on this, on holy wine To deliver us from our old minds A promise of a turned tide(?) To be feeling barely human We don’t know what’s good for us ‘Cause if we did we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie We won’t discover till we push it I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me When I should call it a day And make my way, oh, it grips me ‘Cause the Devil’s got my arms And it pulls me back into the door I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me I would rather forget And wash my memory clean Oh, I would rather forget And wash my memory clean I would rather forget (I would rather forget) Wash my memory clean (Wash my memory clean) I would rather forget (I would rather forget) Wash my memory clean (Wash my memory clean) I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me When I should call it a day And make my way, oh, it grips me
