Bastille - The Draw

In my left hand there is the familiar,
In my right hand there's the great unknown,
I can see the madly different gross 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,
Trusted that 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,
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,
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,
The draw.