The Currents

The Currents - Bastille

Written by：Dan Smith/Mark Crew

Roll up another cigarette

Using a minute that it takes

To think about the power of your words

We're living in the currents you create

We're sinking in the pool of your mistakes

So stub it out your podium awaits

Oh my God my God

I can't quite believe my ears

I'm swimming to the surface

I'm coming up for air

Cause you're making me feel nervous

I need to clear my head

I can't believe my ears

I don't wanna believe my ears

I'm swimming to the surface

I'm coming up for air

How can you think you're serious

Do you even know what year it is

I can't believe the scary points you make

Still living in the currents you create

Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes

Oh would you stop firing up the crazies

Oh my God my God

I can't quite believe my ears

I'm swimming to the surface

I'm coming up for air

Cause you're making me feel nervous

I need to clear my head

I can't believe my ears

I don't wanna believe my ears

I'm swimming to the surface

I'm coming up for air

When anybody preaches disunity

Try to pit one of us against the other

You know that person seeks to rob us of our freedom

And destroy our very lives

Oh I need a breath

I need a breath

Fill my lungs

That we fill my lungs

Oh I need a breath

I need a breath

Fill my lungs

Let me fill my lungs

Oh I need a breath

I need a breath

Fill my lungs

Let me fill my lungs

Oh I need a breath

I need a breath

Fill my lungs

Let me fill my lungs

I'm swimming to the surface

I'm coming up for air

Cause you're making me feel nervous

I need to clear my head

I can't believe my ears

I don't wanna believe my ears

I'm swimming to the surface

I'm coming up for air