it won't fool around no moreI promiseEven when

Last night I tried to hold youSwing your body all around

BirdWhilst on a walking holiday in remote regionsI chance upon

lost, I'm a ghostDispossessed, taken hostMy hunger burns a

your mouth wideThe universal sighAnd while the ocean bloomsIt's

bit me, bit meBit me, ohYou bit me, bit meAnd

into this paper bagGo home and stop grinning at everyoneBlow

are buzzing 'round my headVultures circling the deadPicking up

breath of the morning, I keep forgettin'The smell of

forget the words that I just blurted outIt wasn't

do you want from me, now you got me?Now

of people standing like ghostsWaiting for the entrance signTo

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

iki sevişme, bahse girerimBunu bayağı akıllıca buluyorsun, değil mi,

let out of the bottleIt is now the witching

Up on the ladder the insides are removedWe slide like slime

motorways, and tram-linesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

could you stop the noise?I'm trying to get some

you this numberSo under glass like I