Violet Hill

It was a long and dark December

From the rooftops I remember

There was snow, white snow

Clearly I remember

From the windows they were watching

While we froze down below

When the future's architectured

By a carnival of idiots on show

You'd better lie low

If you love me, won't you let me know?



Was a long and dark December

When the banks became cathedrals

And a fox became God

Priests clutched onto bibles

Hollowed out to fit their rifles

And a cross held aloft

Bury me in armour

When I'm dead and hit the ground

My nerves are poles that unfroze

And if you love me, won't you let me know?



I don't want to be a soldier

Who the captain of some sinking ship

Would stow, far below.

So if you love me, why d'you let me go?



I took my love down to violet hill

There we sat in snow

All that time she was silent still

Said if you love me, won't you let me know?

If you love me, won't you let me know?





Written by Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland, Will Champion and Chris Martin.

Produced by Markus Dravs, Brian Eno and Rik Simpson.

Recorded in a bakery, a nunnery, a magic shop, a church.

Sonic landscapes by Brain Eno.

Colours and additional production by Jon Hopkins.

All strings by Davide Rossi.

Supporting players: Matt McGinn and Crispin Robinson.

Engineering and recording assistance: Andy Rugg, Dan Green,

Brian Thorn, Olga Fitzroy, Francois Chevallier, Jan Petrov, Jason Lader,

Michael Trepagnier, Vanessa Parr, Dom Monks and Will Hensley.

Mixing by Michael H. Brauer, Rik Simpson 

and Andy Wallace, John O'Mahoney and Markus Dravs.

Mastering by Bob Ludwig with thanks to George Marino.

Published by Universal Music Publishing MGB Ltd.