Chris Martin - Beach Chair lyrics

[Verse 1] Life is but a dream to me, I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year I don't know why we here Since we gotta be here life is but a beach ch-ch-ch-chair Went from having shabby clothes, crossing over Abbey Road Hear my angels singing to me (are you happy, Hov?) I just hope I'm hearing right; karma's got me fearing life Colleek are you praying for me? See I got demons in my past, so I got daughters on the way If the prophecy's correct, then the child should have to pay For the sins of a father, so I barter my tomorrows against my yesterdays In hopes that she'll be okay And when I'm no longer here to shade her face from the glare I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter and a new beach chair [Hook: Chris Martin] I hear my angels sing Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up Life is but a dream and you really don't wanna leave Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up Life is but a dream and you really don't wanna leave [Verse 2] Life is but a dream to me Gun shots sing to these other guys But lullabies don't mean a thing to me I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not trying Every day hit every wave like I'm Hawaiian I don't surf the net, no, I never been on MySpace Too busy letting my voice vibrate Carving out my space in this world of fly girls Cut-throats and diamond-cut ropes I twirls Benzes round corners where the sun don't shine I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope of one's grind Some said: "Hov, how you get so fly?" I said: "from not being afraid to fall out the sky" My physical's a shell so when I say farewell My soul will find an even higher plane to dwell So have no fear, just know that Life is but a beach chair [Hook] [Verse 3] Life is but a dream Can't mimic my life I'm the thinnest cut slice Intercut, the winner's cup With winters rough enough to interrupt life That's why I'm both saint and sinner, nice This is Jay everyday, no compromise No compa** comes with this life just eyes So to map it out you must look inside Sure books can guide you but your heart defines you, chica Your corazón is what brought us home In great shape like Heidi Klum, Maricón, I am on Permanent vacay, life is but a beach chair This song is like a Hallmark card until you reach here So 'til she's here, and she's declared The heir, I will prepare A blueprint for you to print A map for you to get back A guide for your eyes, and so you won't lose scent I'll make a stink for you to think I ink these verses full of prose So you won't get conned out of two cent My last will and testament I leave my heir My share of Roc-A-Fella Records and a shiny new beach chair