Besedila: Coldplay. A Rush Of Blood To The Head. Clocks.

Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead
Singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a trouble that can't be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed

Singing
You are
You are

Confusion that never stops
The closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop, that you now know
Singing come out upon my seas
Curse missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease

Singing
you are, you are
You are, you are
You are, you are
You are, you are

And nothing else compares
Oh nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are, you are

Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go

Home, (you) home where I wanted to (are) go
Home, (you) home where I wanted to (are) go