Текст песни Bastille - Quarter Past Midnight

It's a quarter past midnight
As we cut through the city
Yeah yeah yeah
The streets are getting restless
Good times bad decisions
Yeah yeah yeah

It's a quarter past midnight
And the sirens are mending some hearts
But we're the losers on the back seats
And your love will tear us apart

It's a quarter past midnight
Still we're fighting tomorrow
It's a quarter past midnight
But we're just getting going

We keep on running
Running through a red light
Like we're trying to burn the night away
Away oh away

This is my favorite part oh
Help me piece it all together darling
Before it falls apart oh
Help me piece it all together