BASTILLE "Good Grief"

Watching  through my fingers, watching  through my fingers
Shut my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other
Burning  bright right till the end
Now you  missing from the photographs, missing  from the photographs

Watching  through my fingers, watching  through my fingers
In my thoughts you' far away
And you whistling  a melody, whistling  a melody
Crystallizing  clear as day
Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily

What gonna left of the world if you not in it?
What gonna left of the world, oh

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching  through my fingers, watching  through my fingers
Caught off guard by your favorite song
Oh I dancing  at a funeral, dancing  at a funeral
Sleeping  in the clothes you love
It such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn

What gonna left of the world if you not in it? (Условное предл.)
What gonna left of the world, oh

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

You might have to excuse me (после модального гл. следует инфин. без to: have to )
I lost control of all my senses
And you might have to excuse me
I'lost control of all my words
So get drunk, call me a fool      ( инфинитив состояния drunk заменяется                                                                            на get drunk - напейся)
Put me in my place, put me in my place
Pick me up, up off the floor
Put me in my place, put me in my place

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Cause every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more