the draw

Bastille

In my left hand there is a familiar
In my right hand there?s a great unknown
I can see the madly different brasses
but i?m drawn to wilder nights at home
don?t listen to your friends,
see the despair, behind their eyes
Don?t listen to your friends,
they only care and want to know why

I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me
Are you twisting way beyond what?s known
In your mind is the words that they might say
to be floating farther than what?s known
when you go home everything has changed
don?t listen to your friends,
see the despair, behind their eyes
Don?t listen to your friends,
they only care and want to know why
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me

(woah oh oh oh?

woah oh oh oh oh?)

I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me

I can feel the draw
I can feel it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me
I can feel the draw
I can feel it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me back
it?s pulling me
I can feel the draw
the draw

the draw

the draw?

the draw