Chris MartinI used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave the wordNow in the morning, I sleep aloneSweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the diceFeel the fear in my enemy’s eyesListen as the crowd would sing“Now the old king is dead, long live the king”One minute, I held the keyNext, the walls were closed on meAnd I discovered that my castles standUpon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringingRoman cavalry choirs are singingBe my mirror, my sword and shieldMy missionaries in a foreign fieldFor some reason, I can’t explainOnce you’d gone, there was neverNever an honest wordAnd that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild windBlew down the doors to let me inShattered windows and the sound of drumsPeople couldn’t believe what I’d becomeRevolutionaries waitFor my head on a silver plateJust a puppet on a lonely stringAw, who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringingRoman cavalry choirs are singingBe my mirror, my sword and shieldMy missionaries in a foreign fieldFor some reason, I can’t explainI know Saint Peter won’t call my nameNever an honest wordBut that was when I ruled the world
That was when I ruled the worldThat was when I ruled the worldThat was when I ruled the worldThat was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringingRoman cavalry choirs are singingBe my mirror, my sword and shieldMy missionaries in a foreign fieldFor some reason, I can’t explainI know Saint Peter won’t call my nameNever an honest wordBut that was when I ruled the world
That was when I ruled the worldThat was when I ruled the worldThat was when I ruled the world