The night gave you a song A light had been turned on You walked out in the world Like you belong there
As easy as a breeze Each heart was yours to please Is it only me who sees There's something wrong there
Oh, la la la I'm not a ghost now I can see you You need to see me
It's the little things that give you away The words you cannot say Your big mouth in the way It's the little things that tease and betray As the hunted I become the prey It's the little things The little things that give you away
I saw you on the stairs You didn't notice I was there That's ‘cause you were talking at me And not to me
You were high above the storm A hurricane being born What is freedom It might cost you your liberty
It's the little things that give you away The words you cannot say Your big mouth in the way It's the little things that tease and betray As the hunted I become the prey It's the little things The little things that give you away
Sometimes I can't believe my existence See myself on a distance I can't get back inside
Sometimes The air is so anxious All my thoughts are so reckless And all of my innocence has died
Sometimes I wake at four in the morning Where all the darkness is swarming And it covers me in fear
Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes
Sometimes I'm full of anger and grieving So far away from believing That any song will reappear
Sometimes The end is not coming It's not coming The end is here Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes When the paintings are shadows And you're the only that matters And I can see you through the tears Sometimes The end is not coming It's not coming The end is here Sometimes
Compositores: Paul David Hewson, David Evans, Laurence Mullen, Adam Clayton (U2) ECAD: Obra #16892641