White wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your armsCheap

Last night I tried to hold youSwing your body all around

Everything...Everything...Everything...Everything...In its right place (In its right place...)In its right placeIn

love me like I was a sisterThey protect me,

walking outIn a force ten galeBirds thrown aroundBullets for

In the next world warIn a jackknifed juggernautI am born againIn

barks at no one else but meLike it's seen

want toI want to be someone else or I'll

no, pop is dead, long live popIt died an

all you like from ocean to oceanSearch the whole

you were here beforeCouldn't look you in the eyeYou're

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

hard on the brakes againWhat if these brakes just

carsCarsKiller hard on the brakes againWhat if these

Tell me bitchAre you screwing that small grey spanish old manKind

a gap in betweenThere's a gap where we meetWhere

will stop, I will stop at nothingSay the right

You look through the thousand miles over anyone else between

your comments and reactions hereWe would like to knowIf

Give me one of those daysWhen the sky is California