grip

Bastille

As the nighttime bleeds into the day
And tomorrow spills across the sky
While the sun's a harsh reminder
Why we are 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 better time
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

'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