me shoot across the you try your

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

sweet death should ever conquer meLet me know boys,

keep on the road you're onRunners, until the race

and YThe land, sea, rivers, trees, the stars, the

put the world in a tin canBlack market, contrabandIt

in control, is there anywhere you wanna go?You're in

said, "I'm gonna buy this place and burn it

no, I seeA spider web is tangled up with

ohOooh oooh, ooh ohOooh we left La ManchaHeading

do we go? Nobody knowsI've gotta say I'm on

1: Hridoy been runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'roundThrowin'

Zgodnie z przemijaniem wszystko graOd dechy do dechy oddechyOstatnie tchnienia westchnień

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil warJust after I'd

Little Simz, Elyanna, Chris Martin & Burna so we

bells are ringing upon that hillAnd I don't wanna

Bono: Mother, motherThere's too many of you cryingChris: Brother, brother, brotherThere's

When I was a young boyI tried to listenAnd I want

1: at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd