Reading, Watching, Listening

In my left hand there is a familiar
In my right hand there’s a great unknown
I can see the madly different brasses
but i’m drawn to wilder nights at home
don’t listen to your friends,
see the despair, behind their eyes
Don’t listen to your friends,
they only care and want to know why
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it’s pulling me back
it’s pulling me
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back
it’s pulling me back
it’s pulling me

The Draw - Bastille