Chris cry, cry, babyCry, cry, Chris a

your magic on"Umi," she'd sayEverything you want’s a dream

you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of

flock of birdsHoverin' aboveJust a flock of birdsThat's how

the darkness before the dawnIn the swirling of the

morning come bursting the clouds, amenLift off this blindfold,

Chris sinkin' like stonesAll that we fought forHomes, places

put the world in a tin canBlack market, contrabandAnd

1: Andy you wanna do, act loco?Hit 'em with

am dreaming of when I get back to HoustonI

Love, I hope we get oldI hope we can find a

1: Richard it's a bittersweet symphony, this lifeTryin' to

Garrix, if you have a cellphone or a lighterPlease,

love, my love, she came to meSaid, "Open up

Chris you love somebodyWhen you love somebodyGotta let

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

I used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave

Little Simz, Elyanna, Chris Martin & Burna so we

at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything

the brutal autumn sunIt dawns on me, what have