• (2009 / Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends / Live @ Main Square Festival 2009)

    Look at the stars, 
    Look how they shine for you, 
    And everything you do, 
    Yeah they were all yellow, 

    I came along 
    I wrote a song for you 
    And all the things you do 
    And it was called yellow 

    So then I took my turn 
    Oh all the things I've done 
    And it was all yellow 

    Your skin 
    Oh yeah your skin and bones 
    Turn into something beautiful 
    D'you know you know I love you so 
    You know I love you so 

    I swam across 
    I jumped across for you 
    Oh all the things you do 
    Cause you were all yellow 

    I drew a line 
    I drew a line for you 
    Oh what a thing to do 
    And it was all yellow 

    Your skin 
    Oh yeah your skin and bones 
    Turn into something beautiful 
    D'you know for you i bleed myself dry 
    For you i bleed myself dry 

    Its true look how they shine for you 
    look how they shine for you 
    look how they shine for you 
    look how they shine for you 
    look how they shine for you 
    look how they shine 
    look at the stars look how they shine for you 


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  • (2009 / Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends / Live @ Main Square Festival 2009)

    Just because I'm losing
    Doesn't mean I'm lost
    Doesn't mean I'll stop
    Doesn't mean I will cross

    Just because I'm hurting
    Doesn't mean I'm hurt
    Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve
    No better and no worse

    I just got lost
    Every river that I've tried to cross
    And every door I ever tried was locked
    Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...

    You might be a big fish
    In a little pond
    Doesn't mean you've won
    'Cause along may come
    A bigger one
    And you'll be lost

    Every river that you tried to cross
    Every gun you ever held went off
    Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the firing starts
    Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off
    Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off
    Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off…

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  • (2005 / Hide And Seek)


    Where are we? What the hell is going on?
    The dust has only just begun to fall,
    Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
    Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
    This can't be happening.
    When busy streets a mess with people
    would stop to hold their heads heavy.

    Hide and seek.
    Trains and sewing machines.
    All those years they were here first.

    Oily marks appear on walls
    Where pleasure moments hung before.
    The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
    still life.

    Hide and seek.
    Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
    Blood and tears,
    They were here first.

    Mmm, what you say?
    Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
    Mmm, what you say?
    Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
    Mmm, what you say?
    Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
    Mmm what you say?
    What did she say?

    Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
    Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
    Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
    You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

    Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
    Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
    Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
    You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

    You don't care a bit.
    You don't care a bit.
    You don't care a bit.
    You don't care a bit.
    You don't care a bit.

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  • (2009 / Replace Why With Funny)

    He climbed into the belly of the great white bear
    It's very sticky and it smells a little fishy
    But no one will look for him there
    He took a moment to pick his thoughts and make them clear

    Oh, what a day it's been
    Oh, what a terrible state he's in (x2)

    Her eyes are wired, there's a hat over her thick black hair
    They're racing through the snow
    Their sweaty hands keep slipping
    But they're almost there
    Her father's shotgun ringing out now through the cold night air

    Oh, what a fix they're in
    Oh, what a terrible sin
    Oh, what a fix they're in
    Oh, what a terrible sinister game
    The hunter did play
    To give them the hope
    That they could get away
    When biding his time
    He did wait down the line
    To bring a disaster
    On their youthful dreams of escape

    Oh what a day it's been
    Oh what a day it's been

    Run, there's a bullet in your back
    Run, run, there's a bullet in your back
    Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back
    But I wouldn't take it back, I wouldn't take it back
    Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back
    But I wouldn't take it back, I wouldn't take it back
    Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back
    But I wouldn't take it back, I wouldn't take it back
    Run, run, run there's a bullet in your back
    And I want to take it back

    I want to, want to
    I want to, want you
    I want you, want you
    I want you, want you, want you, want you back

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  • (2009 / Storytelling Piano Playing Fraulein)

    Mind has buckled its seatbelt

    Heart has an empty seat next to it

    Soul is afraid of heights

    Body is tryin' to get comfortable

    They're all passengers of flight 1701

    They're all passengers of flight 1701

    Turbulence scares them all

    They never know how long they will be

    Tossed around

    And if they'll ever reach solid ground

    Mind does never sleep

    Heart is drenched in red wine

    Soul is afraid of dying

    Body wants to talk to mind

    Turbulence scares them all

    They never know how long they will be

    Tossed around

    And if they'll ever reach solid ground

    Turbulence scares them all

    Unfinished songs to be sung

    They never know how long it will take for them

    To ever reach common ground

    Mind comes with a lot of luggage

    Body still has a cramp

    Soul wants to get high again

    And heart swears to never fly again

     


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