1: Chris tried my best to be just likeThe

Jacob cry, cry, babyCry, cry, Chris Martin &

think of youI haven't sleptI think I do, but

sat on a roof, named every starShared every bruise

I’m just a ghostDisappear when anybody’s closeGo through you

oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, 1: Chris upon a time,

turn the music up, I got my records onI

I got my head checkedBy a jumbo jetIt wasn't easyBut nothing

at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything

I look in your directionBut you pay me no

you're sitting on a beach in a car with

know that this could hurt me badI know that

I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrongAnd falling

here we a wild wind blowin' down the

When she was just a girlShe expected the worldBut it flew

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

1: Chris at the stars, look how they shine

weren't working anymoreAll of the power was cutThe news

Chris Martin, Max it 120?YeahYeah, good, yeahI'm, I, I'm

I: Music of the of the II: Higher