I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep 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 Now I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin' Roman cavalry choirs are singin' Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know St. Peter won't call my name Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind Blew 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?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin' Roman cavalry choirs are singin' Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know St. Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world
Watch them all fall down Watch them all fall down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
Compositores: Christopher Anthony John Martin (A Martin) (PRS), Guy Rupert Berryman (Coldplay) (PRS), Jonathan Mark Buckland (Jon Buckland) (PRS), William Champion (Coldplay) (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Mgb Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2019 (17/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #2660879 e fonograma #19469804 em 23/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM