Chris cry, cry, babyCry, cry, Chris a

1: Chris rode in on a beam of lightStray

alrightMuchisimas gracias amigosTenemos mucha suerte de estar aquíUno, dos,

go!Cantar con nosotros, let's goOh whoa, oh whoaOh whoa, oh

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

it magic, call it trueI call it magic when

can't maintain a relationshipThey remind me I don't relate

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

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

the hardest part was letting go, not taking partWas

you were bornYou were given a nameDown from your

let's go, let's go, let's goHey-oh, you're

Honey you are a rockUpon which I standAnd I come here

turn the music up, I got my records onFrom

when you were born you were given a nameDown

don't talk to each otherLike we used to, baby,

people on the leftThe people on the rightYou got a

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

Little Simz, Elyanna, Chris Martin & Burna so we