Final Hour
BASTILLE · Wild World 2016 · Track 20 of 20
Come on, come on, don't stop a-running with me Come on, come on, don't stop a-running…
He's throwing his hands up to the sky How many more ways are there to say this He's wondering how many more times Will we all bear witness
And can't you feel the temperature rising? 'Cause we've never felt a heat like this before And can't you see it on the horizon Then he opens up his questions to the floor
Would it keep you awake if it all didn't just seem so far away? 'Cause it keeps me awake trying to work this out until my dying day It's always you standing in our way It's always you that's leading us astray
It takes a big man to cry on screen Delivering words that fall on deaf ears It's such a big wheel to try and turn But in his final hour it's worth it
And can't you feel the temperature rising? 'Cause we've never felt a heat like this before And can't you see it on the horizon Then he opens up his questions to the floor
Would it keep you awake if it all didn't just seem so far away? 'Cause it keeps me awake trying to work this out until my dying day It's always you standing in our way It's always you that's leading us astray
Come on, come on, don't stop a-running with me Come on, come on, don't stop a-running…
Would it keep you awake if the waters rise and took your house away? Would it keep you awake if the gun you love was turned at you one day? It's always you standing in our way It's always you that's leading us astray
You are always… You are always leading us astray