Non Believer - London Grammar, Groove Armada

We both know that you wanna love her

Skies are open crying, please don’t believe her

'Cause she’ll tell you lies and then say it doesn’t matter

And you’re pleased to see her calling them non-believers

But maybe she loves you and I’m just a preacher

Those burning skies and all who don’t believe her

Non-believers, no

Don’t believe her, no

All that we are, all that we need

They’re different things

Oh, maybe what we are and what we need

They’re different things

Do you realize again, you chased an idea

Healed an earth behind some broken creature

Maybe she loves you and I’m just a preacher

Non-believers crying don’t believe her

Don’t believe her, no

Don’t believe her, no

All that we are, all that we need

They’re different things

Oh, maybe what we are and what we need

They’re different things

Give you my all and you’re taking my everything

All that we are, all that we need

They’re different things

Oh, maybe what we are and what we need

They’re different things

All that we are, all that we need

They’re different things

Oh, maybe what we are and what we need

They’re different things

All that we are, that we need

All what we are, what we need