Джерард:

Мне приснилось, что я проснулся посреди ночи и записал текст своей новой песни на доске объявлений NME. Но доски больше нет. 

Поэтому я просто напишу его здесь - 

* примечание
это песня о группе похитителей драгоценностей
Все хорошо,
В таком случае, все идет ужасно неправильно.

Millions

You twist my arm
I’m twisting fate
You’ll leave alone, or crazy great
Or break into a million pieces, all your reasons

Lets live alone
And out of state
Lets make up everything and wake up breathing
Don’t give a [bad word] about the wreck you leave in

You can use my friends, but that depends-

On what they're for
And while we’re laying on the floor
My mouth is sore
I’m keeping score
million reasons but I need a million more

You believe in love
I believe in faith
They’ll believe in anything, you make up villains
trillion legions of the damned and William,
It was really me
It was really you
There was really nothing I could do
Until then, 
Lets use our magic powers with the children

You don’t understand, we don’t hold hands [bad word] catch [bad word] Cuz I’m not having any fun
I think you’re sore
I think I’m done
million reasons

Can I be your number one?

Yeah. Yeah.