Текст песни Tuning Out... - Bastille

Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of your dear saviour's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
'Til he appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees
Oh, hear the angel voices
Oh, night divine
Oh night, that leads to morn

Fall on your knees
Oh, hear the angel voices
Oh, night divine
Oh night, when Christ was born
Oh night, oh holy night, oh night divine

Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
I'll be buried here with you
And I'll hold in these hands
All that remains