Lyrics: U2. Bootleg: Rock's Hottest Ticket. Trip Through Your Wires.

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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!"