Lyrics
See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you
With or without you
With or without you
Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I’m waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you
I can’t live, with or without you
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she got me with
Nothing to win and nothing left to lose
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away
With or without you
With or without you
I can’t live, with or without you
With or without you
With or without you
I can’t live, with or without you
With or without you
With or Without You – U2 – Meaning
See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you
Because it’s in there that the magic happens.
Death breached the silence first.
It was better not to know.
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you
Will come into the minds of the people throughout the world to express the human heart.
But we all suffer.
But a cornet at night is golden only once.
We have icy rain.
And now doth time waste me.
With or without you
With or without you
Life is surprises.
Worlds imagined.
I would have happily died in his clutches.
if we have never sought.
Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I’m waiting for you
And in the end only withers and dies.
He never got back to me about joining his editorial board.
Our cultural interpretations.
And joy is a noble thing.
If only…however sadly all we think of is practicality.
It takes way more effort to forgive than to kill.
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And engagement in artistic creations is what makes us human.
It sounded alone.
You can disappoint people and still be good enough.
She might as well have had pins tucked between her lips and a tape measure around her neck.
Reading and writing are in themselves subversive acts.
So that no memory of them remains.
At an insane speed.
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she got me with
Nothing to win and nothing left to lose
Depression is about anger.
But you can never be alone anywhere.
Joy is on the way.
It’s made me much more tolerant of other peoples—and i’m not saying i used to be a misogynist.
But that heart’s desire might be what a person least needs.
Conclusion
It’s like it dies.
You say of course you’re sure.
It will choke you.
