It's a quarter past midnight as we cut through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah The streets are getting restless Good times, bad decisions, yeah, yeah It's a quarter past midnight and the sirens are mending some hearts But we're the losers on the back seats, singing 'Love Will Tear Us Apart' It's a quarter past midnight, still avoiding tomorrow It's a quarter past midnight, but we're just getting going We keep on running, running through a red light Like we're trying to burn the night away Away, oh, away, oh This is my favorite part, oh Help me piece it all together, darling Before it falls apart, oh Help me piece it all together It's a quarter past midnight and the speakers are blowing, yeah, yeah We want the bodies on the billboards, not the lives underneath them, yeah, yeah And now we're crawling up the walls again and it's a quarter past twelve And you said we'd leave this place in dust and fall from heaven straight through hell We never know what we have We never knew what we had We keep on running, running through a red light Like we're trying to burn the night away Away, oh, away, oh Why're we always chasing after something like we're trying to throw our lives away? Away, oh, away, oh This is my favorite part, oh Help me piece it all together, darling Before it falls apart, oh Help me piece it all together (I can't remember, I can't remember, I can't remember) It's a quarter past midnight and the secrets are flowing Our lips are getting looser, I don't know what I'm saying We never knew what we had I never know what I've had, had, had We keep on running, running through a red light Like we're trying to burn the night away Away, oh, away, away, away, away Why're we always chasing after something like we're trying to throw our lives away? Away, oh, away, away, away, away, yeah This is my favorite part, oh Help me piece it all together Before it falls apart, help me piece it all together I can't remember, and I can't remember, and I can't remember Help me piece it all together, darling

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Bastille's beautiful chaos: 15 years of breaking the indie rulebook

Fifteen years in, Bastille have outlasted most of their peers, defied an industry that loves to eat up the new big thing, and somehow made being weird in the mainstream work for them. As they take their Dork cover hat trick and return to the legendary 100 Club for A special DORK 100 celebration, they reflect on a career built on doing whatever the hell they wanted – and why they’re still hungry for more.

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