Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends

Those who are dead are not dead They're just living in my head And since I fell for that spell I am living there as well Time is so short And I'm sure There must be something more Those who are dead are not dead They're just living in my head And sin

[Instrumental] Written by Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland, Will Champion and Chris Martin. Incorporated with a large sample of "Light Through The Veins" written by Jon Hopkins (licensed courtesy of Just Music and published by Just Publishing). Produc

It was a long and dark December From the rooftops I remember There was snow, white snow Clearly I remember From the windows they were watching While we froze down below When the future's architectured By a carnival of idiots on show You'd better lie

When it started we had high hopes Now my back's on the line My back's on the ropes When it started we were alright But night makes a fool Of us in daylight There we were dying of frustration Saying, "Lord lead me not into temptation" But it's no

All winter we got carried Away over on the roof tops, let's get married All summer we just hurried So come over, just be patient and don't worry So come over, just be patient and don't worry So come over, just be patient and don't worry And don't wor

At night they would go walking 'Til the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets they go searching To see God in their own way Save the night time for your weeping Your weeping Singing lalalalalalalalaiy And the night

Lovers keep on the road you're on Runners until the race is run Soldiers you've got to soldier on Sometimes even the right is wrong They are turning my head out To see what I'm all about Keeping my head down To see what it feels like now And I have n

I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listened as the crowd would sing Now the old king is dead long liv

They were sitting They were sitting on the strawberry swing Every moment was so precious They were sitting They were talking under strawberry swing Everybody was for fighting Wouldn't want to waste a thing Cold, cold water bring me round Now my feet