"I used to rule the world; Seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning I sweep alone; Sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice; Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key, Next the walls were closed on me. And I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of sand, pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing; Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield; My missionaries in a foreign field.
For some reason I can not explain, once you know there was never an honest word; That was when I ruled the world. It was the wicked and wild wind; Blew down the doors to let me in; Shattered windows and the sound of drums; People could not 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?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing; Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield; My missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can not explain, I know Saint Peter will call my name. Never an honest word; And that was when I ruled the world.
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing; Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield; My missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can not explain, I know Saint Peter will call my name. Never an honest word; But that was when I ruled the world." - Chris Martin
June. 17. 2008
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