A U2 CD gave me a 17-year old song. Running to Stand Still. I remember when you used to play it on a loop as you went to sleep, almost 13 years ago. It didn't mean anything to me then. It was just a lullaby. It means something now though
I wouldn't have heard it if I weren't so lazy as to let the CD play after I pushed a button. I just needed some noise while killing time at your apartment, looking through old photo albums. It gave me so much more then noise... Hurt. Fear. Guilt. Anger.
Nothing is conventional...
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
I wouldn't have heard it if I weren't so lazy as to let the CD play after I pushed a button. I just needed some noise while killing time at your apartment, looking through old photo albums. It gave me so much more then noise... Hurt. Fear. Guilt. Anger.
Nothing is conventional...
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
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arachnequarius:
this song makes my bones ache with longing. lovely and painful. delicious.
cupofkarma:
that's one of my favorite songs. i should listen to more u2. 