I was there when they crucified my Lord — U2

"I was on the outside when you said You said you needed me. I was looking at myself. I was blind, I could not see.A boy tries hard to be a man His mother takes him by the hand If he stops to think, he starts to cry. Oh why?"

"Lights go down, its dark The jungle is your head Cant rule your heart A feeling is so much stronger than A thought Your eyes are wide And though your soul It cant be bought Your mind can wander.Hello hello Im at a place called Vertigo Its everything I wish I didnt know Except you give me something I can feel, feel."

"If I could, you know I would. If I could, I would let it go. This desperation. Dislocation. Separation. Condemnation. Revelation. Temptation. Isolation. Desolation.Let it go, And so to fade away."

"Love dont need to find a way You find your own way I forget that I cant stay And so I say that All roads lead to where you are."

"I watched the way it was The way it was when he was with us And I really dont mind Sleeping on the floor But I couldnt sleep after what I saw I wrote this letter to tell you The way I feel."

"Monday morning, Eighteen years are dawning, I said "how long?"

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."