The Draw

　　The Draw - Bastille

　　In my left hand there is a familiar

　　In my right hand there's a great unknown

　　I can see the madly different brasses

　　but i'm drawn to wilder nights at home

　　don't listen to your friends,

　　see the despair, behind their eyes

　　Don't listen to your friends,

　　they only care and want to know why

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　Are you twisting way beyond what's known

　　In your mind is the words that they might say

　　when you go home everything has different

　　don't listen to your friends,

　　see the despair, behind their eyes

　　Don't listen to your friends,

　　they only care and want to know why

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　(woah oh oh oh…

　　woah oh oh oh oh…)

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　I can feel the draw

　　I can feel it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me back

　　it's pulling me

　　I can feel the draw

　　the draw

　　the draw

　　the draw…