There are so many....
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across a dead end street
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
( I have part of this on inscribed on a bracelet)
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill as the valley explodes
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own
The cities a flood and our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind, trampled in dust
(gives me chills)
Running to Stand Still, One Tree Hill - sends chills all over.
Our love runs cold in the caverns of the night
Mothers of the Disapeared.
(every word is beautiful...especially See their tears in the rainfall and the twinkling melody behind it.)
You say you'll give me eyes in a moon of blindness
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you're upside down
Tonight the moon has drawn its curtains
It's a private show
No one else going to know I'm wanting
I'm not afraid of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me
That I haven't already heard
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice whispering
Come away now (just has special meaning)
All of Kite
Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
I really shouldn't respond to these questions....