1: Chris talk among the skeletons this morning(Aside from

up a car to drive in it againSearching

said drink from me, drink from me(I, oh, I,

don’t mess around with Walder Frey…(Don’t mess around with)You don’t

hoo, woo hoo)(Woo hoo, woo hoo)(Woo hoo, woo hoo)(Woo hoo,

mais pourquoi quand t'es petit que c'est l'heure de goûter

When she was just a girlShe expected the worldBut it flew

got one eye watching youOne eye on what you

ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, she was just a girlShe

here, in the middle of nowhereWith a headache and

they're coming to get usYeah, coming to get us, and

1: Chris you try your best, but you don't

you missing something?Looking for something?Tired of everything?Searching and struggling?Are

of losing all the timeYou wrote it in

so special to be back with you're a

1: Chris you lost your trustAnd you never should

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

at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything

got this feeling and just what it is, God

Chris Martin & olé, olé, olé, olé, oléOlé, olé,