Trip Through Your Wires

In the distance

She saw me coming 'round

I was calling out

I was calling out



Still shaking

Still in pain

You put me back together again

I was cold and you clothed me honey

I was down and you lifted me honey



Angel

Angel or devil

I was thirsty

And you wet my lips



You, I'm waiting for you

You, you set my desire

I trip through your wires



Bono: 'Well, still can't play the harmonica real good.'



I was broken, bent out of shape

I was naked in the clothes you made

Lips were dry, throat like rust

You gave me shelter from the heat and the dust

No more water in the well

No more water, water



Angel

Angel or devil

I was thirsty

And you wet my lips



You, I'm waiting for you

You, you set my desire

I trip through your wires



(All I need...All I need...)



Thunder, thunder on the mountain

There's a rain cloud in the desert sky

In the distance she saw me coming 'round

I was calling out

I was calling out



Bono: 'Thank you!'