Interpret:

U2

Album:

No Line on the Horizon

Yesterday I spent asleep 
Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap 
Spent the night trying to make a deadline 
Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline 


I have your face here in an old Polaroid 
Tidying the children’s clothes and toys 
You’re smiling back at me, I took the photo from the fridge 
Can’t remember what then we did 


I haven’t been with a woman, it feels like for years 
Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears 
This shitty world sometimes produces a rose 
The scent of it lingers and then it just goes 


Return the call to home 


The worst of us are a long drawn out confession 
The best of us are geniuses of compression 
You say you’re not going to leave the truth alone 
I’m here ‘cos I don’t want to go home 


Child drinking dirty water from the river bank 
Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank 
I’m waiting on the waiter, he’s taking a while to come 
Watching the sun go down on Lebanon 


Return the call to home 


Now I’ve got a head like a lit cigarette 
Unholy clouds reflecting in a minaret 
You’re so high above me, higher than everyone 
Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon? 


Choose your enemies carefully ‘cos they will define you 
Make them interesting ‘cos in some ways they will mind you 
They’re not there in the beginning but when your story ends 
Gonna last with you longer than your friends