Bastille - Club 57м lyrics

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
A spotlight on our subway scene
Club 57 (Is it?) the city got the best of me
Drugs, fame, and money
A spotlight on our subway scene
Club 57 (Is it?)
The city took the best of me

(Is it love?) 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 the money, uh club 57, uh
Drugs, fame, and the money, uh club 57, uh