Good Grief - Bastille

So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Shut my eyes and count to ten

It goes in one ear out the other,

One ear out the other

Burning bright right till the end

Now you'll be missing from the photographs,

Missing from the photographs

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

In my thoughts you're far away

And you are whistling the melody,

Whistling the melody

Crystallizing clear as day

Oh I can picture you so easily,

Picture you so easily

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world, oh

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Caught off guard by your favourite song

Will I be dancing at a funeral?

Dancing at a funeral

Sleeping in the clothes you love

It's such a shame we have to see them burn,

Shame we have to see them burn

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world, oh

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

If you want to be a party animal,

You have to learn to live in the jungle

Now stop worrying and go get dressed

You might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all my senses

And you might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all my words

So get drunk, call me a fool

Put me in my place, put me in my place

Pick me up, up off the floor

Put me in my place, put me in my place

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Cause every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more