U2. October. I Threw A Brick Through A Window. Zeneszám

I was talking
I was talking to myself
Somebody else, talk, talk, talking
I couldn't hear a word, a word you said

He was my brother, brother
I said there was no other way out of here
Be my brother, brother
Gotta get out, gotta get out

I was walking
I was walking into walls
I'm back again
I just keep walking

I walk into a window, to see myself
And my reflection
When I thought about it, my direction
Going nowhere, going nowhere

No one, no one is blinder
Than he who will not see
No one, no one is blinder
Than me

I was talking
I was talking in my sleep
I can't stop talk, talk, talking
I'm talking to you, it's up to you

Be my brother, brother
There is another way out of here
Hear my brother, brother
Gotta get out, gotta get out
Gotta get out of here