The goldrush — Coldplay

I went digging for gold I went down to the valley Over by the mountain Where the prospektor had been told I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold

I went digging for gold I went down with my brother A bucket and a shovel and a book about the colour of coal I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold

There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine? She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun

I went digging for gold I went down to the valley Over by the mountain Where the prospektor had been told I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold

There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine? She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun