Bastille - Laura Palmer Album Lyrics

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Laura Palmer

Walking out into the dark
Cutting out a different path
Lead by your beating heart

All the people of the town
Cast their eyes right to the ground
In matters of the heart

The night was all you had
You ran into the night from all you had
Found yourself a path upon the ground
You ran into the night; you can't be found

But

This is your heart
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Pumps through your veins
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Summer evening breezes blew
Drawing voices deep from you
Lead by your beating heart

What a year and what a night
What terrifying final sights
Put out your beating heart

The night was all you had
You ran into the night from all you had
Found yourself a path upon the ground
You ran into the night; you can't be found

But

This is your heart
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Pumps through your veins
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

If you had your gun would you shoot it at the sky, why?
To see where it would fall, will you come down at all?
If you had your gun would you shoot it at the sky, why?
To see where your bullet would fall, will you come down at all?

This is your heart
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Pumps through your veins
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

This is your racing heart
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Pumps through your veins
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

 

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Overjoyed

Oh I feel overjoyed
When you listen to my words
I see them sinking in
Oh I see them crawling underneath your skin

Words are all we have
We'll be talking
We'll be talking
These words are all we have
We'll be talking

And I hear you calling in the dead of night
And I hear you calling in the dead of night

You lean towards despair
Any given opportunity you're there
But what is there to gain?
When you're always falling off the fence that way.

Words are all we have
We'll be talking
We'll be talking
These words are all we have
We'll be talking

And I hear you calling in the dead of night
Oh I hear you calling in the dead of night

Ooooooh

And I hear you calling in the dead of night
Oh I hear you calling in the dead of night
And I hear you calling in the dead of night
Oh I hear you calling in the dead of night

Ooooooh

Oh I feel overjoyed
When you listen to my words

 

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Things We Lost In The Fire

Things we lost to the flame
Things we'll never see again
All that we've amassed
Sits before us, shattered into ash

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire

We sat and made a list
Of all the things that we have
Down the backs of table tops
Ticket stubs and your diaries
I read them all one day
When loneliness came and you were away
Oh they told me nothing new,
But I love to read the words you used

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire

I was the match and you were the rock
Maybe we started this fire
We sat apart and watched
All we had burned on the pyre

(You said) we were born with nothing
And we sure as hell have nothing now
(You said) we were born with nothing
And we sure as hell have nothing now

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire

Flames they licked the walls
Tenderly they turned to dust all that I adore

 

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Get Home

How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay

We are the last people standing
At the end of the night
We are the greatest pretenders
In the cold morning light

This is just another night
And we've had many of them
To the morning we're cast out
But I know I'll land here again

How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay

There's a light in the bedroom
But it's dark
Scattered around on the floor
All my thoughts

This is just another night
And we've had many of them
To the morning we're cast out
But I know I'll land here again

How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay

The birds are mocking me
They call to be heard
The birds are mocking me
They curse my return

How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay

How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, I'm lost