COLDPLAY: "Life In Technicolor"

So what if time is merely a pencil
That colours our days
And hides the monotony of our existence
Like a mask of infinity
That whirls on the floor
Like an autumn-leave on a forgotten afternoon
You should be there soon
When you thought you had already been
A print of your sin
Left within
Shine on
And colour
With the innocence of a child
Flow and let us be
Hold and let it be
A breath, a wink,
A click, then sink
Into a cloud of thoughts
No matter the fights you fought
Look up, and ahead
Don't hold back
Attack
Instead