Jacob cry, cry, babyCry, cry, Chris Martin &

in the world are we going to do?Look at

it magic, call it trueI call it magic here

1: Chris father said, "Never give up, son"Just look

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

a tattoo that said "together thru life"Carved in your

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorryYou don't know

warning signI missed the good part, then I realisedI

They're calling youSome kind of ghostBut I know that's not trueCause

the very start, itCame apart, itBroke up into pieces

the great North StarTry to work out where you

1: Chris you try your bestBut you don't succeedWhen

I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrongAnd falling

ah, ohOh, oh, you, could you come on?Could

I deserve a gold medal, get on my levelI deserve platinum

1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4YeahI was working part time in

So I look in your directionBut you pay me no attention,

Chris everybody feeling okayEverybody feelin' freshAnd ready to

up to meet you, tell you I'm sorryYou don't

at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything you