The Draw - Bastille

In my left hand there is the familiar

In my right hand there’s the great unknown

I can see the madly different grass there

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 drifting way beyond what’s normal?

'Cause round your mind rings the words that they would say

When you go home everything looks different

And you’re scared of being left behind

Just listen to your friends

Trust that their fair look in their eyes

Just listen to your friends

They only care and hope you’re alright

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 pulling me back

It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me

I can feel the draw

The draw, the draw, the draw