Bastille - Pompeii

I was left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices In your pose as the dust settled around us

And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Oh, where do we begin, the rubble or our sins? Oh, where do we begin, the rubble or our sins?

And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Oh, where do we begin, the rubble or our sins? Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above Oh, where do we begin, the rubble or our sins?

But if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

Oh, how am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

If you close your eyes Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?