U2
F, C, Dm, Bb
We turn away, but face the cold, and the rich will, as their beds deny, for a mercy low.
The sun's so bright it leaves no shadows
Only scars carved into stone
On the face of it
The moon is up and over Wonder Hill
We see the sun go down
In your eyes
You run like a river, run through the city You run like a river, to the city