(feat. Chris Martin, Jon Buckland)

[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 chair
Went from having shabby clothes

Crossing over Abbey Roads
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?

I got demons in my past
So I got a 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 OK
And when I'm no longer here

The shade of face from the glare
I'll give her my share of Carol's Daugther
And a new beach chair


[Chorus: Chris Martin]


[Verse 2:]
Life is but a dream to me
Gun shots sing to these

Other guys but lullabys
Don't mean a thing to me
I'm not afraid of dying

I'm afraid of not trying
Everyday 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
Cutthroats and diamonds cut ropes I twirls

Benz's 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 fly you shall, so have no fear, just know that life is just but a beach chair


[Chorus: Chris Martin]


[Verse 3:]
Life is but a dream to me
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
The saint and the sinner

Nice
This is Jay everyday
No compromise

No compass 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 corason is what brought us home

In great shape like Heidi Klum
Maricon, I am on
Permanent vaca
Life is but a beach chair
This song is like a Hallmark card

Until you reach there
So till she's here
And she declared
The air
I will be prepared

A blueprint for you to print
A map so you can 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 2 cent
My last will and testament I leave my heir
My share of Roc-A-Fella Records and a shiny new beach chair