Sprawled in the cushioned whirl of pillows and sheets, I wonder if I'll ever get far enough away from this city, and it's poisonous orange glow, to see the starry sky again.
But the constant contrast of silhouettes against the ever illuminated night is more than charming...
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2008 4 November :: 10.26 am
:: Music: Coldplay - Politik
Look at earth from outer space
Everyone must find the place
Give me time and give me space
Give me real, don't give me fake
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Give me time give us a kiss
Tell me your own Politik
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Give me one, cause one is best
And in confusion, confidence
Give me peace of mind and trust
And don't forget the rest of us
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Wounds that heal and cracks that fix
tell me your own politik
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
And give me love over, love over, love over this
And give me love over, love over, love over this