I speak of Bad Blood by Bastille.
It receives a thorough recommendation from me, for both the particularity of the music itself, and for the lyrics.
Every morning for over a week after I downloaded the album I had one of the songs playing in my head when I woke up.
So sit back, get out your headphones, and have a listen.
tell me a piece of your history
that you're proud to call your own
speak in words you picked up
as you walked through life alone
we used to swim in your stories
and be pulled down by their tide
choking on the words
and drowning with no air inside
now you've hit a wall and it's not your fault
my dear, my dear, my dear
now you've hit a wall and you've hit it hard
my dear, my dear, oh dear
it is not enough to be dumbstruck
can you fill the silence
you must have the words in that head of yours
and
<< oh >>
x2
can you feel the silence
I can't take it anymore
'cause it is not enough to be dumbstruck
can you fill the silence
tell me a piece of your history
that you've never said out loud
pull the rug beneath my feet
and shake me to the ground
wrap me around your fingers
break the silence open wide
and before it seeps into my ears
it fills me up from the inside
now you've hit a wall and you're lost for words
my dear, my dear, my dear
now you've hit a wall and you hit it hard
my dear, my dear, oh dear
it is not enough to be dumbstruck
can you fill this silence
you must have the words in that head of yours
and
<< oh >>
x2
can you feel the silence
I can't take it anymore
'cause it is not enough to be dumbstruck
can you fill the silence
if you give it a name
then it's already won
what you good for
what you good for
x4
it is not enough to be dumbstruck
can you fill this silence
you must have the words in that head of yours
and
<< oh >>
x2
can you feel the silence
I can't take it anymore
'cause it is not enough to be dumbstruck
oh
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