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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Eno
Keyboards
Guy Berryman
Bass Guitar
Jonny Buckland
Electric Guitar
Will Champion
Drums
GKPM
Background Vocals
Rik Simpson
Background Vocals
Tim Wheeler
Background Vocals
Robin Baynton
Programming
Chris Martin
Piano
Roise Danvers
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Eno
Songwriter
Jonny Buckland
Songwriter
Guy Berryman
Songwriter
Will Champion
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Emery
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matty Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pierre Eiras
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rik Simpson
Producer
Robin Baynton
Editing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Green
Producer
Olga Fitzroy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Markus Dravs
Producer
Jon Hopkins
Recording Technician
Andrew Denny
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Rugg
Assistant Recording Engineer
Christian Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Deepu Panjwani
Assistant Recording Engineer
Hidefumi Ohbuchi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ian Shea
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ian Sylvester
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matt McGinn
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matt Miller
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nobuyuki Murakami
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ryan Gilligan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tim Crompton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold
Written up in marker on a factory sign
I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold
See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart
Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go
You
'Cause you do
Oh, you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven
On every street, every car, every surface are names
Tonight the streets are ours, and we're writing and singing
Don't let them take control
No, we won't let them take control
Yes, I feel a little bit nervous
Yes, I feel nervous, and I cannot relax
How come they're out to get us?
How come they're out when they don't know the facts?
So on a concrete canvas under cover of dark
On a concrete canvas, I'll go making my mark
Armed with a spray can soul
I'll be armed with a spray can soul
You
Oh, you
'Cause you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven
(Whoa, oh)
(Whoa, oh)
It's true
When you use your heart as a weapon
That it hurts like heaven
Oh, it hurts like heaven
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Buckland, Christopher Anthony John Martin, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman, Brian Peter George Eno
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