If I get oldI will not give inBut if I do,

in the shadowsCheer at the gallowsThis is a

the next actWaiting in the wingsI'm an animalTrapped in

on, that's a nice way to start, you

rotten fruit, we're damaged goodsWhat the hell, we've got

want to see you smile againLike diamonds in the

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel

out again by your only business friendThe smell of

thinking about youYour records are hereYour eyes are on

getting sort of worriedLike the time of life I've

You don't see the signsYou're comin' round a lotYou couldn't see

1. Keep Strong2. Somebody Else3. I Want to Know4. I’m Coming

1: Chris Martin, Christmas timeThere's no need to be

are buzzing 'round my headVultures circling the deadPicking up

I’m riding a bulletCaught in a bulletRiding the bulletReady or notGot

let out of the bottleIt is now the witching

What are we gonna do?Union Union Union City blueTunnel to the

on the run from troubleTrapped in bubbleI'm just

police, arrest this manHe talks in mathsHe buzzes like

the spokesI don't wanna say it, say it, say itOh