Friday, June 19, 2009

Rocks Await

Let me go, boys, let me go.
Push my boat from the highest cliff to the sea below.
Rocks are waiting, boys, rocks await.
Swoop down from the sky and catch me like a bird of prey.

Now my feet won't touch the ground.
Now my head won't stop.
You wait a lifetime to be found.
Now my feet won't touch the ground.

Now my feet won't touch the ground.

-Coldplay-



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