American Idyll

yes, the river knows

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Out Where The Buses Don't Run



I wanna run
I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
that hold me inside
I wanna reach out
and touch the flame
where the streets
have no name





I wanna feel
sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud
disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter
from the poison rain
where the streets
have no name



U2: Where the Streets Have No Name



where the streets
have no name
where the streets
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 a flood
and our love turns to rust
we're beaten and
blown by the wind
trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
high on a desert plain
where the streets
have no name


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