Bastille - These Streets

These streets are yours, you can keep them I don't want them They pull me back, and I surrender To the memories I run from Oh, we have paved these streets With moments of defeat But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else So I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore These streets are yours, you can keep them In my mind it's like you haunt them And passing through I think I see you In the shapes of other women Oh, we have stained these walls With our mistakes and flaws But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else So I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore All that's left behind Is a shadow on my mind A shadow on my mind (Oh, a shadow cast upon a wall is a silhouette and nothing more) All that's left behind (But it's all that's left behind) But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else So I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore