I'm sittin' home on a cold day. Underneath the covers like a little baby. I think I wanna hear some Coldplay. Especially that song where that man says.
Hand of fate is moving. And the finger points to you. He knocks you to your feet. And so what are you gonna do. . Your tongue has frozen now. You've got something to say.
I have sailed to many lands, now I make my final journey. On the bow I stand, west is where I go. Through the night I plough, still my heart, calculate and pray.