song we wrote for Lech Walesa and the solidarity people of Poland. God bless you, thanks." Bono: "New Year's Day." All is quiet on New Year's Day
lips You, I'm waiting for you You, you set my desire I trip through your wires (All I need...All I need...) Thunder, thunder on the mountain There's
, and the miners lie In roads that never saw sun or sky Roads Bono: "Shut up for a second, will you? Stop whistling 'cause I'm not in the Beatles, okay? It's U2
have no name We're still building Then burning down love Burning down love And when I go there I go there with you It's all I can do The city's aflood
my lips You, I'm waiting for you You, you set my desire I trip through your wires (All I need...All I need...) Thunder, thunder on the mountain There's
Bono: "Well, the last few weeks have been really something for U2. We've seen our record go to the top of the American charts. Even Time magazine gone
Sleep Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized If the thunder cloud Passes rain So let it rain Rain down on him So let it be So let it be Sleep
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it's America It's Chicago
up in her eyes She will... Suffer the needle chill She's running to stand... Still. She's running... She's running... I'm running... She's running to stand still She's
Bono: "Story about a religious man...who became a very dangerous man...when he misunderstood...the hands of love." You know he got the cure You know
Bono: "Some fires you can't put out. This is The Unforgettable Fire." Ice Your only rivers run cold These city lights They shine as silver and gold
will...follow Your eyes make a circle Your eyes make a circle I see you when I go in there But it's your eyes But it's your eyes But it's your eyes (
s Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God's Country Set me alight We'll punch a hole right through the night Everyday the dreamers die To see what's
Bono: "This is a song we sing in the hope that one day, we may never have to sing it again. It's a song about our country. It's called Sunday Bloody
Midnight, our sons and daughters Were cut down, taken from us Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat In the wind we hear their laughter In the
And I try to sing this song I...I try to stand up But I can't find my feet I try, I try to speak up But only in you I'm complete Gloria...in te domine
I think, we, we spent 10 minutes writing this next song, 10 minutes recording it, 10 minutes mixing it, 10 minutes playing it back, and that's nothing to do with why it's
a song we wrote for Lech Walesa and the solidarity people of Poland. God bless you, thanks." Bono: "New Year's Day." All is quiet on New Year's Day