Artist: Bastille
I was left to my own de-v-i-
c-e-s
Many days fell away with not
hing to show
In the city that we l-o-v-e-d
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from a-b-o-v-e
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in
all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settles
around us
In the city that we l-o-v-e-d
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from a-b-o-v-e
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist
about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist
about this?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
In the city that we l-o-v-e-d
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from a-b-o-v-e
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist
about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist
about this?
If you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
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