Bastille - The Waves

Staring down the barrel of a hundred tonnes
It Might be getting older but the night’s still young
We Never never give up on a lost boy life
So here we are escaping from the world outside
Oh what would your mother say if she could see what we’re doing now?
Oh what would your mother say if she could hear what we talk about?
The waves are crashing down on you and me again, again, again
The waves are crashing down you and me I’ll see you on the other side
Get carried get carried away
Caught up in, caught up in the waves
Suddenly we’re falling through the twilight zone
Watch the party playing out in slow motion
So tie a ribbon round my arm and throw me in
Is it an apocalypse or nihilism on your lips? We’ll sink or swim
Oh what would your mother say if she could see what we’re doing now?
Oh what would your mother say if she heard what we’re talking about?
The waves are crashing down on you and me again, again, again
The waves are crashing down you and me I’ll see you on the other side
Get carried get carried away
Caught up in, caught up in the waves
The air hit me on the way out, did it make me more sober or make me more drunk I couldn’t quite remember a vision of you and of me
The air hit me on the way out, did it make me more sober or make me more drunk
I couldn’t quite remember a vision of you and of me
The waves are crashing down on you and me again, again, again
The waves are crashing down you and me I’ll see you on the other side
Get carried get carried away
Caught up in, caught up in the waves.