A friend of mine just sent me a set of lyrics for what he says to be the first up coming single off the new U2 Album. The lyrics are for the song "Xanax and Wine".
"Xanax and Wine"
Words slither by
A facade behind shivering lips
Moments shattered
slipping through raped finger tips
A world in full motion
An uneasy tension in ones hues
I can't shake this paranoia
I've got social phobic blues
Love, all my troubles are sailing
Baby, I'm floating on the Rhine
High, drifting away my worries
Higher, on a dream of Xanax and Wine
Awaken by reality
God's grace stabbing my side
Facing days that aren't wanted
Forced to walk distance with a broken stride
Please lover, don't you love me
Come on lover, I've need one last hit
I'm a broken man with broken fantasies
living a life that can't surmise my submit
Troubles, all my love is sailing
Brother, I'm floating on the Rhine
High, drifting away from my humanity
Higher, on a dream of Xanax and Wine
Bastard son of addiction
living in a nightmare, who's dreams are reality
Every voice is a pounding headache
every thought is just a little more cloudy
A world of nothing
A man nothing but his time
Addition, no humanity
An ending on a trip of Xanax and Wine
by Bono / The Edge
"Xanax and Wine"
Words slither by
A facade behind shivering lips
Moments shattered
slipping through raped finger tips
A world in full motion
An uneasy tension in ones hues
I can't shake this paranoia
I've got social phobic blues
Love, all my troubles are sailing
Baby, I'm floating on the Rhine
High, drifting away my worries
Higher, on a dream of Xanax and Wine
Awaken by reality
God's grace stabbing my side
Facing days that aren't wanted
Forced to walk distance with a broken stride
Please lover, don't you love me
Come on lover, I've need one last hit
I'm a broken man with broken fantasies
living a life that can't surmise my submit
Troubles, all my love is sailing
Brother, I'm floating on the Rhine
High, drifting away from my humanity
Higher, on a dream of Xanax and Wine
Bastard son of addiction
living in a nightmare, who's dreams are reality
Every voice is a pounding headache
every thought is just a little more cloudy
A world of nothing
A man nothing but his time
Addition, no humanity
An ending on a trip of Xanax and Wine
by Bono / The Edge