este é um gospel escrito por um dos grupos à partida mais improváveis para o fazer. 
a canção original já é extraordinária, mas esta parceria com um coro de uma igreja do harlem 
(mais tarde aproveitada para os concertos da digressão da banda, registados em “rattle and hum”) 
é um daqueles momentos raros em que se percebe que há uma qualquer, indefinida mas real, 
transcendência na música, tocada, ouvida e vivida.

I have climbed highest mountain

I have run through the fields

Only to be with you

Only to be with you

I have run

I have crawled

I have scaled these city walls

These city walls

Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips

Felt the healing in her fingertips

It burned like fire

This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels

I have held the hand of a devil

It was warm in the night

I was cold as a stone

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I believe in the kingdom come

Then all the colors will bleed into one

Bleed into one

Well yes I'm still running

You broke the bonds and you

Loosed the chains

Carried the cross

Of my shame

Of my shame

You know I believed it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

young paul david hewson turns fifty-two today 

 (god... how can he be this good singing bad?)

If you twist and turn away If you tear yourself in two again If I could, yes I would If I could, I would Let it go Surrender Dislocate If I could throw this Lifeless lifeline to the wind Leave this heart of clay See you walk, walk away Into the night And through the rain Into the half-light And through the flame If I could through myself Set your spirit free I'd lead your heart away See you break, break away Into the light And to the day To let it go And so to fade away To let it go And so fade away I'm wide awake I'm wide awake Wide awake I'm not sleeping Oh, no, no, no If you should ask then maybe they'd Tell you what I would say True colors fly in blue and black Bruised silken sky and burning flag Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes If I could, you know I would If I could, I would Let it go... This desparation Dislocation Separation Condemnation Revelation In temptation Isolation Desolation Let it go And so fade away To let it go And so fade away To let it go And so to fade away I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm not sleeping Oh, no, no, no

canção baseada num curioso equilíbrio entre piano e guitarra, é uma das pérolas escondidas dos u2,
onde se fala de um par de viciados em heroína, que sabe - e não sabe - que corre para ficar imóvel...



And so she woke up
From where she was lying still
Said I got to do something about where we’re going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain
Maybe run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha la la la de day
Singing ha la la la de day

Sweet the sin
But bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice, you know
I took the poison, from the poison stream,
Then I floated out of here
Singing ha la la la de day
Singing ha la la la de day

She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand still

é talvez a minha favorita dos u2: transportada por todo o imaginário do filme de wenders sobre uma berlin ainda com muros, esta é uma canção sobre invisíveis anjos a preto e branco num mundo colorido que não queremos ver, um lamento cantado sobre ficar perto quando se está longe e, sem paradoxos nem ironias, até permanecer longe mesmo quando se está perto: faraway, so close.



You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don’t smoke, don’t even want to
Hey now, i see you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you’re upside down
You say when he hits you, you don’t mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Oh, now, Is that what it is?

Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who’s around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip sync with the talk show hosts

And if you look, you look through me
And if you talk it’s not to me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thing

If I could stay... then the night would give you up
Stay, and the day would keep it’s trust
Stay, and the night would be enough

Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio waves
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin

And if you listen I can’t call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout I’ll only hear you

If I could stay.. then the night would give you up
Stay then the day would keep it’s trust
Stay with the demons you drown
Stay with the spirit I found
Stay and the night would be enough

Three o’clock in the morning
It’s quiet and there’s no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to the ground
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits the ground