Bastille - Grip

As the night time bleeds into the day
Tomorrow spills across the sky
And the sun's a harsh reminder why
We are feeling barely human

We don't know what's good for us
Cause if we did, we might not do it
Who knows where our limits lie
We won't discover 'til we push it

I should just walk away
Walk away
But it grips me, it grips me
But I should call it a day
And make my way
Oh, it grips me
Cause the devil's got my arms
Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
But I should just walk away
Away
Oh, it grips me

Cause the devil's got my arms
Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night

We got drunk on this unholy wine
To deliver us from our old minds
The promise of a better time
'Til we're feeling barely human We don't know what's good for us
Cause if we did, we might not do it
Who knows where our limits lie
We won't discover 'til we push it

Cause the devil's got my arms
Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
Well, I should just walk away
Away
Oh, it grips me

Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
The devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night

I would rather forget
And wash my memory clean
Oh, I would rather forget
And wash my memory clean
I would rather forget (I would rather forget)
Wash my memory clean (Wash my memory clean)
I would rather forget (I would rather forget)
Wash my memory clean

Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
The devil's got my arms
Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
And it pulls me back into the night