Texty: U2. No Line On The Horizon. Being Born.

Six o?clock
On the autoroute
Burning rubber, burning chrome
Bay of Cadiz and ferry home
Atlantic sea cut glass
African sun at last

Lights? flash past?
Like memories

A speeding head, a speeding heart
I?m being born, a bleeding start
The engines roar, blood curling wail
Head first then foot
Then heart sets sail