Lyrics The Bastille - Vold Book

You and I
We lived in Purgatory
It is the truth

I will continue to do what I have to
Because there is no other way
To earn back my wings
I don't mind coming here
Every once in a while
To show you what I've done
But I'd like to have some fun

It would be nice to not have to pay the price
For a sentence never issued
Without a trial: a simple denial
Of the ones who took it all
But I can't bend my path
To look past those without
Those in need
What did we ever do
To you

And so I stick around
Making use of what I have
To bang my heart against their walls
So tall, so deep
I'm a street artist
And this whole work is my tag
It's sprayed against the walls
Dividing us all

You can come over to my place
Once I have one
Just a humble little home
Somewhere in the woods
I'll put some tea on the stove
And I'll bake a little loaf

It won't be much I'm afraid
But it'll be ours
And that will make us happy

That will make us content
It doesn't take much
Just a little fairness
A way to make ends meet
Without selling our souls
By the ways we know ourselves
By the ways that we decide
We shouldn't have to beg
But consider this my plea
Help us out
We're starving to be free

Thank you for coming with me
Thank you for participating
The journey's not over
In fact it's just begun
To turn over a new leaf
And wrap up every song
Where everyone belongs

I hope to one day see you there
Once we've figured out what to do
Once we come together, in a unified cause

Same as it ever was