11.04.11-e.p.-l.mis#11

You say you'll give me a highway with no one on it,
a treasure just to look upon it,
all the riches in the night.
You say you'll give me eyes in a moon of blindness,
a river in a time of dryness, a harbour in the tempest.
But all the promises we make, from the cradle to the grave,
when all I want is you...
~
U2