Mother of the Disappeared
Bono
Time combs through lies
Like a broken record I sound
When I try to explain
That I cannot explain
You photographed
Then put the picture
Up on the wall
It reminds me of how
Things could be good
Each night when I’m closing my eyes
And try to escape
I know that I
Cannot ignore
This anymore
It sounds a lot
Like a broken
Record I know
When I try to explain
That I cannot explain
Can’t switch it off
I can’t switch it off
And I wish that I could
