she's not waiting on a saviour to comeshe's at a bus-stop with the NEWS OF THE WORLDAND THE sun sun here it comesshe's not waiting for anyonethe clock tells her that time is slipping...minute hands and second sticking...there's something going on shemight be missingthe world turns and we get dizzyis it spinning for you the way it's spinning for meshe's living living next week nowyou know she's going to pay it back somehowthe future is so predictablethe past is too uncomfortableSempre grazie Bono
Dedica
she's not waiting on a saviour to comeshe's at a bus-stop with the NEWS OF THE WORLDAND THE sun sun here it comesshe's not waiting for anyonethe clock tells her that time is slipping...minute hands and second sticking...there's something going on shemight be missingthe world turns and we get dizzyis it spinning for you the way it's spinning for meshe's living living next week nowyou know she's going to pay it back somehowthe future is so predictablethe past is too uncomfortableSempre grazie Bono