Good Grief

Good Grief
So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?
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 my fingers, watching through my fingers
In my thoughts you’re far away
And you are whistling the melody, whistling the 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 favourite song
Oh I’ll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It’s such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had 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

If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle
Now stop worrying and go get dressed
You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my senses
And 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
Cause every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
La canción 'Good Grief' de Bastille nos sumerge en una montaña rusa de emociones a través de sus letras conmovedoras y cautivadoras. En ella, el narrador confiesa cómo se siente al enfrentar la pérdida de un ser querido, describiendo la sensación de ver a través de sus dedos mientras intenta contener el dolor....