This Is
Written by Aslan
Performed by U2
Electric Lady Studios
NYC
These are the hands of a tired man
This is the old man's shroud
These are the eyes of the blood crazed tiger
Staring at a maddening crowd
This is the face of a teenage mother
This is the child she bears
This is the soul of her broken lover
Searching for the smiles they share
These are the feet of the punished pilgrim
And in his book of punished love
You see these eyes, you see no surprise
Waiting for a lie that's true
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
Yeah, you stop, you look
You're searching for the meaning
Of love / Wasting your life away
These are the dreams of a sleeping father
And in his long lost days
He sees a child, he sees his own eyes
Waiting for the price he's paid
These are the tears of a fallen idol
And in his smile of shattered love
You see his eyes, you see no surprise
You just see lights and realize
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
Yeah, you stop, you look
You're searching for the meaning
Of love / Wasting your life away
Oh, perfect here with you
There's no one here like you
Nobody moves like you
Nobody, nobody touches like you
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
Yeah, you stop, you look
You're searching for the meaning
Of love
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
Yeah, you stop, you look
You're searching for the meaning
Of love
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Everybody hits you, everybody knocks you down
You stop, you look, you're searching for the meaning
You stop you look you're searching
You stop you look you're searching
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Everybody hits you, everybody knocks you down
You stop, you look, you're searching for the meaning
You stop you look you're searching
For the meaning...of love
Love...
Love...
Love
