Winter Of Our Youth

Winter Of Our Youth - Bastille

Written by：Dan Smith/Mark Crew

So the question is why doesn't he grow up

Why does he still behave as a child

How can we help him get rid of these leftovers from chidish behavior

This is the winter of our youth

Oh but I'm not there yet

I've got nostalgia running through me

And I don't like it

Oh my my my my

Now I can almost taste it taste it

But I just hope we didn't waste it

I know the winter's getting colder

But why just cause we're a little older do

I relive it I relive it

Oh I'm peddling backwards

Even if I'm peddling alone

Can't help it

I relive it I relive it oh

It's 4a.m. here comes the fear

I'm not prepared yet

And when we pick over the past we glorify it

Oh my my my my

I hope I wasn't wasted wasted

I hope I didn't drink it away

I know the winter's getting colder

But why just cause we're a little older do

I relive it I relive it

Oh I'm peddling backwards

Even if I'm peddling alone

Can't help it

I relive it I relive it oh

I let myself bathe in the past for way way way too long

And now it seems that I've drunk too much to give you what you want

I know the winter's getting colder

But why just cause we're a little older do

I relive it I relive it

Oh I'm peddling backwards

Even if I'm peddling alone

Can't help it

I relive it I relive it oh

Can't help it

I relive it I relive it oh

Can't help it

I relive it I relive it oh

I'm peddling backwards

Even if I'm peddling alone

Can't help it

I relive it I relive it oh