A little death without mourning No call and no warning Baby, a dangerous idea that almost makes sense. Love is drowning in a deep well, All the secrets and no one to tell. Take the money, honey Blindness.
— U2
A little death without mourning No call and no warning Baby, a dangerous idea that almost makes sense. Love is drowning in a deep well, All the secrets and no one to tell. Take the money, honey Blindness.
— U2