Nhạc sĩ: Bono, The Edge, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr.
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
One, two, three, four. ♪ I was chasing down the days of fear Chasing down a dream before it disappeared I was aching to be somewhere near your voice Was all I had I was shaking from a storm in me Haunted by the specters that we had to see Yeah, I wanted to be the melody Above the noise, above the hurt I was young, not done Just wishing to be blinded By you, brand new And we were pilgrims on our way ♪ I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred Heard a song that made some sense out of the world Everything I ever lost now has been returned In the most beautiful sound I ever heard ♪ We've got language so we can communicate Religion so I can love and hate Music so I can exaggerate my pain Give it a name I was young, not done Just wishing to be blinded By you, brand new And we were pilgrims on our way ♪ I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred Heard a song that made some sense out of the world Everything I ever lost now has been returned In the most beautiful sound I ever heard ♪ We can hear you, hear you We can hear you, hear you ♪ I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred I get so many things I don't deserve All the stolen voices will one day be returned The most beautiful sound I ever heard Oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Your voices will be heard ♪