Can you see us as we cower in a dark shop? Shells are falling, raining heavy on the next block, rockets roar like the sound of a saxophone, they call it in on a cell phone...
You're dangerous, 'cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you tell me things, I know you're not supposed to
And you leave me, without a rhyme for "want"
U2 - Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses
1992-04-13 - Los Angeles, California - Sports Arena