Pompeii - Bastille-3

|: Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-eh-oh, eh-oh.

Eh-eh-oh,eh-oh,eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. :|

I was left to my own de-v-i-c-e-s

Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down

In the city that we l-o-v-e-d

Great clouds roll over the hills

Bringing darkness from a-b-o-v-e

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices

In your pose as the dust settles around us

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-eh-oh, eh-oh.

Eh-eh-oh,eh-oh,eh-eh-oh, eh-oh.

Oh where do we begin?

The rubble or our sins?

Oh where do we begin?

The rubble or our sins?

|: Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-eh-oh, eh-oh.

Eh-eh-oh,eh-oh,eh-eh-oh, eh-oh. :|