Transport, motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingSentimental (?)Clinging

never learnThey never learnBeyond the pointOf no returnOf no

your mouth wideThe universal sighAnd while the ocean bloomsIt's

like I've fallen out of bedFrom a long and vivid

over the rainbowWay up highAnd the dreams that you dreamed

thereThat's not meI goWhere I pleaseI walk through wallsI

výstup a nástup, dveře se zavírajíPříští stanice, Jiřího z

No longer caught upBig church wallMaking some noise with a pair

up, said she wanted more of that stuffThe

of four she wanted moreShe wanted everythingShe wanted the

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

We're the orchestra to your boardAnd we beg for the scraps

there, that's not meThat there. that's not me (I

might be wrong, I might be wrongI could have

is the first time we've is the

policeArrest this manHe talks in mathsHe buzzes like a

motorways, and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe emptiest

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

get any big ideasفکرای بزرگ به سرت نزنهThey're not gonna

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel