Bastille - Club 57 lyrics

[Verse 1] I came to the city Was armed to the teeth With ideas and desires As my only company [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Post-Chorus] Is it–? Is it–? [Verse 2] Cut to Paradise Garage There's paint on my hands Making art for the masses Out of lines off of your body [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Post-Chorus] Is it–? Is it–? [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Outro] Drugs, fame and money, uh Club 57, uh Drugs, fame and money, uh Club 57, uh