Winter Movie version
The yellow sun
Well it took the hand
Of a country boy
To a city in a far off land
We made no mark
Left no shadow at all
On the ancient holy streets
Where I learned to crawl
24
Not making sense
I kept a diary
Of my experience
The broken and the bruised
The young and the used
The sure and confused
All here
Words would find me
Creep up behind me
Break and enter through every locked door
Rhymes began in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more
Now I’m 25
I'm trying to stay alive
In a corner of the world
With no clear enemies to fight
It's hot as hell
We're like butter on toast
And there's no army in this world
Can fight a ghost
The scared and the brave
The saint and the slave
Some in their grave
All here
Words would land on me
Then abandon me
Mangle, untangle me
Leave me on the floor
Spring it sprang from me
Summer sang in me
Summer sings in me no more
[Chorus]
Oh…
So glad you made it home
Home in time
The day that’s light
So glad you made it home
Made it in time, the daylight…
Sorry it took so long to get the complete version. The last verse sounds improvised or a last minute idea to tack on--more like what Bono does at a show.
