Текст песни Bastille - Club 57

I came to the city
Was armed to the teeth
With ideas and desires
As my only company
I got the keys to the car
You got the keys to my head
You call it karma, karma
And I call it bad luck instead
Well
Is it love?
Is it l-l-love?
Or are we just craving attention?
Is it love?
Is it l-l-love?
Or do we just want satisfaction?
Is it–?
Is it–?
Cut to Paradise Garage
There's paint on my hands
Making art for the masses
Out of lines off of your body
I got the keys to the car
You got the keys to my head
You call it karma, karma
I call it bad luck instead
Uh
Is it love?
Is it l-l-love?
Or are we just craving attention?
Is it love?
Is it l-l-love?
Or do we just want satisfaction?
Is it–?
Is it–?
Drugs, fame and money (Is it—?)
A spotlight on our subway scene
Club 57 (Is it—?)
The city got the best of me
Drugs, fame and money (Is it—?)
A spotlight on our subway scene
Club 57 (Is it—?)
The city took the best of me
Is it love?
Is it l-l-love?
Or am I just craving attention?
Is it love?
Is it l-l-love?
Or do I just want satisfaction?
Is it love?
Is it l-l-love?
Or are we just craving attention?
Is it love?
Is it l-l-love?
Or do we just want satisfaction?
Drugs, fame and money, uh
Club 57, uh
Drugs, fame and money, uh
Club 57, uh