Bastille — Those Nights

I can feel your eyes in the back of my headBurning, burning, burningFloating through the room as the hairs on my arms areRising, rising, risingI’m chemically drawn closer to youEyes wide, eyes wide openWill you be my future or just an escape?Love me, love me, love meYou’ll never get to heaven on a night like thisThose nights when your friends are goneWhen you’re holding on for someone to leave withThose nights when you crave someoneTo be there at dawn, to wake with, ’cause aren’t we all justLooking for a little bit of hope these days?Looking for somebody you can wake up with?Looking for a little bit of hope these days?We are, we arePulling at my t-shirt, your hands everywhereRising, rising, risingAs you trip and fall, dragging me up the stairsWhat’s your, what’s your name, now?You try to get to heaven on a night like thisBut you, you never get to heaven on a night like thisThose nights when your friends are goneWhen you’re holding on for someone to leave withThose nights when you crave someoneTo be there at dawn, to wake with, ’cause aren’t we all justLooking for a little bit of hope these days?Looking for somebody you can wake up with?Looking for a little bit of hope these days?We are, we areThe lights, the lights, the lightsThey cut a path across the roomThe lights, the lights, the lightsA blinding look from me to youAnd I’ll be your rabbit in the headlightsWe’ll never get to heavenI’ll be your rabbit in the headlightsWe’ll never get to heavenThose nights when your friends are goneWhen you’re holding on for someone to leave withThose nights when you crave someoneTo be there at dawn, to wake with, ’cause aren’t we all justLooking for a little bit of hope these days?Looking for somebody you can wake up with?Looking for a little bit of hope these days?We are, we are