[ti:The Hands That Built America]
[ar:U2]
[al:]
Oh, my love,
it's a long way we've come
From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons
From the stony fields to hanging steel from sky
From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye
These are the hands that built America
America
Last saw your face in a watercolor sky
As sea birds argue, a long goodbye
I took your kiss on the spray of the new land star
You gotta live with your dreams, don't make them so hard
And these are the hands that built America
Of all the promises
is this one we could keep
Of all of the dreams
is this one still out of reach
Halle, holy
It's early fall, there's a cloud on the New York skyline
Innocence dragged across a yellow line
OST-Gangs of New York