She wore lemon to colour in the cold grey night.
She had heaven and she held on so tight.

A man makes a picture, a moving picture
through the light projected, he can see himself up close.
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare.
He turns his money into light to look for her.
And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore.
And I feel like I'm swimming out to her.

Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Lemon, see-through in the sunlight.

A man builds a city, with banks and cathedrals.
A man melts the sand so he can see the world outside.
A man makes a car, and builds a road to run (them) on.
A man dreams of leaving, but he always stays behind.

You're gonna meet her there
She's your destination
You gotta get to her
She's imagination

And these are the days when our work has come asunder.
And these are the days when we look for something other.

Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.

A man makes a picture, a moving picture;
Through light projected, he can see himself up close.
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare.
He turns his money into light to look for her.

Gotta meet her there
She's your destination
There's no sleeping there
She's imagination

She is the dreamer, she's imagination.
Through the light projected, he can see himself up close.





Har gjort mer än att lyssna på U2 hela dagen har faktiskt varit med Emmie,Jonna och carro  och övat på Lemon med broder Daniel .ätit mat och grattat Emmie för hon fyller år i morron :) roligt för henne för hon blir fjortis haha och om ungefär en månad blir Carro 15 haha  stackars Emmie :) Nu ska jag gå och titta på txt tv för att se vilket nummer man ska ringa på för Marie på idol.Gillar ingen men måste rösta så att Amanda inte vinner :)





Bye Bye /Urrel