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• Artiste: U2
• Titre: The Tears Of Things
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There's no start to this story And I can see no end Two young men hearing voices Whisper in the wind I woke up made of marble A shepherd boy in shock Michelangelo release me From a single block I'm David the giant killer With heart-shaped eyes I was naked as a soldier Far from my mother's cries Oh, the tears of things The tears of things Rising like a flood The tears of things The tears of things I'd cry them if I could Was it you, Lord, I was listening to? You didn't say much You said, "Let my fingers form you Be fashioned by my touch Be open to be broken As every heart that sings No voice and drum can overcome A symphony of strings" Said you'd make of me an instrument For melody and word I wonder as I fall asunder Was it really you I heard? Or the tears of things The tears of things Songs made out of rain The tears of things The tears of things Here we go again Mussolini came to see me A shadow by his side Church bells ring, a vanishing Then the vanishing denied Six million voices silenced in just four years The silent song of Christendom So loud everybody hears Before the roar, before the blast The stench and shame There's a howling, wailing sound That screams your name I'm David, not Goliath, I was born in Bethlehem Now there is no us if there is no them My eyes were burned from all I learned There were things I can't unsee In this, your holy war There's nothing holy here for me More the tears of things The tears of things Rising like a flood The tears of things The tears of things I'd cry them if I could If you put a man into a cage and rattle it enough A man becomes the kind of rage that cannot be locked up No, it cannot be locked up No, it cannot be locked up Dear God, you made us so you wouldn't be alone Every heart is exiled until a heart gets home Don't send us back to stone Don't send us back to stone Yeah, I was made for worship, before I spoke, I sang Songs of grief, of disbelief How a woman can love a man The naked song, the sacred song That every soldier fears 'Cause when people go around talking to God It always ends in tears Yeah, the tears of things The tears of things Let the desert be unfrozen The tears of things The river sings Who would choose to be chosen? River, sea and mountain Desert, dust and snow Everybody is my people Let my people go