[Intro - Coldplay]
Those who are dead, are not dead
They're just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh...

[Hook - Coldplay]
Those who are dead, are not dead
They're just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh...

[Verse - Black Smith]
Those who are dead are just living in our heads
The reason, least me with me, why I can't escape the dread
A double-edged type of dread that lives as both a threat
To my health, and the saving grace with which my mom is left
Alive in my memory, persistent she remains
So as long as I have sanity, she walks with me each day
But the scariest part about it all's the link must be maintained
Between the images of her and the distance Death has made
Even worse is the likelihood that as the clock keeps ticking
I'll end up with the same disease that worsens Mom's dementia
And Father Time will take from me the portraits and depictions
Of my mother that I stored away as hand-me-down mementos
But isn't that a part a life? Dichotomy's malignant
So I guess I must continue, though the irony's indignant
Only way to best my fear is being face-to-face with it
So forgive myself as I let the beat ride for a minute...

[Hook - Coldplay]


{Instrumental passage}


[Outro - Coldplay]
Those who are dead, are not dead
They're just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh...
Those who are dead, are not dead
They're just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh...