the next World WarAn angel at my doorI am

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

of handJump off the endInto a clear lakeNo one

come I end up where I started?How come I end

yourself together, let the light pour inPour yourself a

for the rag and bone manOver my dead bodySomething

are better things to talk aboutBe constructiveBear weapons we

a little child running 'round this houseAnd he never

my mindAnd nailed into my heelsAll the timeKilling what

you were here beforeCouldn't look me in the eyeI'm

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

the orchestra to your boardAnd we beg for the scraps

a little child running 'round this houseAnd he never

will lay me downIn a bunker undergroundI won't let this

want you to know he's not coming backLook into

wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your

The broken waters send you backTo a new refined mistakeAnd thereforeWe

on, come onYou think you drive me crazy?Well, come

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

Give me one of those daysWhen the sky is California