Letras: U2. A Sort Of Homecoming.

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And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance

And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire time
And you earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape

Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run

I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
A high road
A high road out from here

The city walls are all torn down
The dust a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance

And we live
By the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own

Oh coma way o coma wa o coma o coma way say I
Oh coma way o coma wa o coma o coma way say I

Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run
And still we run
We run and don't look back
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
Tonight

I'll be there tonight
I believe
I'll be there, somehow
I'll be there, tonight
Tonight

Oh coma way o say say o coma
O coma way o say I

The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream...
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance

Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home