Coldplay

Was a long and dark December,

When the banks became cathedrals

And a fox became God.

Priests clutched onto bibles

Hollowed out to fit their rifles

And a cross held aloft.

It was a wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh, who would ever want to be king?

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.

I don't want to be a soldier

Who the captain of some sinking ship

Would stow, far below.

So if you love me, why d'you let me go?

When the future's architectured

By a carnival of idiots on show

You'd better lie low.

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

D'you know?

You know I love you so.