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

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
In my thoughts you'

And you

Crystallizing clear as day
Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily
What



What


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

Sleeping in the clothes you love
It

What



What


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

And you might have to excuse me
I'

So get drunk, call me a fool ( инфинитив состояния

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