Green E light, Seven F# Eleven
You A stop in for a pack of E cigarettes
You don’t smoke, don’t even F# want to
Hey A now, check your E change
Dressed up like a F# car crash
The A wheels are turning but you’re E upside down
You F#mi say when he hits you, you don’t E mind
Be F#mi cause when he hurts you, you feel E alive F#
Is that A what it E is?
Red lights, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who’s around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk shows
F#mi And if you look, you look through G#mi me
And when you talk it’s not to A me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a H thing
If I could F#mi stay... then the night would give you E up
F#mi Stay, and the day would keep its E trust
F#mi Stay, and the A night would be E enough
Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin
And if you listen I can’t call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout I’ll only hear you
If I could F#mi stay... then the night would give you E up
F#mi Stay, and the day would keep its E trust
F#mi Stay with the G#mi demons you drowned
A Stay with the H spirit I found
F#mi Stay and the A night would be E enough
Three o’clock in the morning
It’s quiet and there’s no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits the ground
U2
