Karaoké Good Grief Bastille

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 our fingers

Watching through our fingers

In my thoughts you're far away and you are whistling a melody whistling a 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 favorite song 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

You might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all of my senses

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

'Cos every minute and every hour

I miss you I miss you

I miss you more