Chris cry, cry, babyCry, cry, Chris a

being human is a guest houseEvery morning, a new arrivalA

(Thank you sing myself to sleepA song from the darkest

there’s one thing Theon might’ve taught thing I’ve taught

me, floating out to seaAn opportunity that went badPoor

a rush to do nothin' at allSuch a

put the world in a tin canBlack market, contrabandAnd

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

three, lights go out, and I can't be

Never have I everFelt this way before not everNever got to

the streets of Rome,weary feet, morning glow...In this city

wakes up every morningJust to do her hair, nowBecause

1: Chris angel sent from up aboveYou know you

Chris you love somebodyWhen you love somebodyGotta let

it magic, oh! I call it trueI call it

let's go!Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, she was just

I used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave

Little Simz, Elyanna, Chris Martin & Burna so we

Little Simz, Elyanna, Chris Martin & Burna so we

got this feeling and just what it is, God