Broken hearts make it rain Sweet-faced ones with nothing left inside I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know That we all can love, that we all can love, that we all That we all can love, that we all can love, that we all When I

This is what you'll get I lost myself, I lost myself Karma police When you mess with us I've given all I can For a minute there Phew, for a minute there Arrest this man He talks in maths

Burn the witch We know where you live This is a low flying panic attack Stay in the shadows Cheer at the gallows This is a round up Sing a song on the jukebox that goes Red crosses on wooden doors And if you float you burn

Caught in the fire You, me, and everything I can see you drowning You are the sun the moon and stars Are you and I could never run away from you You try at working out chaotic things And why should I believe myself, not you It's like the world is gonna

Fitter, happier More productive Comfortable Not drinking too much Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats A patient, better

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't

How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong Won't take my eyes off the ball again You reel me out then you cut the string You used to be alright What happened? Did the cat get your tongue Did your string come undone

Here we are, with our running and confusion And I don't see no confusion anywhere And if London burns I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar I want to be in a band When I get to heaven Destiny, destiny protect me from the world Destiny, hold my

Noch weiter, viel weiter hinaus Tell me, tell me, what comes next Three two step, four two step Watch me, watch me, don't look back! Wo geht's lang? Ich find's raus! Wilder Tunnel, direkt hinter'm Haus Hab meinen Rucksack mit und ich lauf' Noch höher,

La bohème, la bohème Ça voulait dire Je vous parle d'un temps Que les moins de vingt ans Ne peuvent pas connaître Montmartre en ce temps-là Accrochait ses lilas Jusque sous nos fenêtres Et si l'humble garni