Chris cry, cry, babyCry, cry, Chris a

1: Chris could be you, you could be meTwo

dos, tres, at the starsLook how they shine

two, fell out of waterBird stuck on the groundChaos

cardboard head I seeHas found its way to meIt's

Yesterday I woke up to the newsI was very very sad

I get back on solid groundHere's what I'm gonna

1: Will all, all of usNo, don't give upStorms

Angel I know is I love you 1:

night, another fightTears, we cried a floodGot all kinds

three, lights go out, and I can't be

Project mode, I'm ready to dropAlways been on fire but I've

Apple Martin, Chris two, oneBah, bah-ooh, bah, bahBah, bah,

here we a wild wind blowin' down the

people on the leftThe people on the rightYou got a

la la, la la)No matter what it isYou flyNo matter

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

been reading books of oldThe legends and the mythsAchilles

I drive you away?I know what you'll sayYou say,

wedding bells ringing upon that hillI don't wanna swallow such