You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me, and that’s what made me see where I was going wrong. You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself, I can only blame myself, you can only blame me.  And I could write a song, a hundred miles long-well, that’s where I belong and you belong with me. And I could write it down or spread it all around, get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea
-Coldplay