Incredible song, shame they dropped it from No Line, but I look forward to seeing it on Songs of Ascent. I don't really know what it might mean, but according to @U2 (http://www.atu2.com/lyrics/songinfo.src?SID=878 ) these are the full lyrics:
The yellow sun
Well, it took the hand
Of a country boy
To a city in a far-off land
We made no mark
No shadow at all
On the ancient, holy streets
Where I learned to crawl
The broken and the bruised
The young and the used
The sure and confused
All here
Words will then land on me
Then abandon me
Mangle, untangle me
Leave me on the floor
Rhymes, they sprang in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more
Now I'm twenty-five
And trying to stay alive
In a corner of the world
With no clear enemies to fight
It's hot as hell
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world
That can fight a ghost
The broken and the bruised
The young and the used
The sure and confused
All here
Words will then land on me
Then abandon me
Leave me stranded
In guard of the door
Rhymes began in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more
Listening to the cries
The strangers
The silence of the foreign grave
Listening to the thunder
The sky is strange
Stretched over everyone
Listening to the tales
The child sings
That goes for days and days
Listening to the calls
Shouts, frustration
At twenty-one
I was born a son
And on that day I knew
I could kill
To protect the ones
We put bullets in guns
Or anything it takes
To take a life until it's still
Incredible song, shame they dropped it from No Line, but I look forward to seeing it on Songs of Ascent. I don't really know what it might mean, but according to @U2 (http://www.atu2.com/lyrics/songinfo.src?SID=878 ) these are the full lyrics: The yellow sun Well, it took the hand Of a country boy To a city in a far-off land
We made no mark No shadow at all On the ancient, holy streets Where I learned to crawl
The broken and the bruised The young and the used The sure and confused All here
Words will then land on me Then abandon me Mangle, untangle me Leave me on the floor Rhymes, they sprang in me Summer sang in me But summer sings in me no more
Now I'm twenty-five And trying to stay alive In a corner of the world With no clear enemies to fight
It's hot as hell We're like butter on toast But there's no army in this world That can fight a ghost
The broken and the bruised The young and the used The sure and confused All here
Words will then land on me Then abandon me Leave me stranded In guard of the door Rhymes began in me Summer sang in me But summer sings in me no more
Listening to the cries The strangers The silence of the foreign grave Listening to the thunder The sky is strange Stretched over everyone Listening to the tales The child sings That goes for days and days Listening to the calls Shouts, frustration
At twenty-one I was born a son And on that day I knew I could kill
To protect the ones We put bullets in guns Or anything it takes To take a life until it's still