The night gave you a song
A light had been turned on
You walked out in the world like you belonged there
As easy as a breeze
Each heart was yours to please
Is it only me who sees there's something wrong there
Oh la-la-la, I'm not a ghost now
I can see you
You need to see me

It's the little things that give you away
The words you cannot say
Your big mouth in the way

I saw you on the stairs
You didn't notice I was there
That's 'cause you were talking at me and not to me
You were high above the storm
A hurricane being born
But this freedom it might cost you your liberty

It's the little things that give you away
The words you cannot say
Your big mouth in the way
It's the little things that tease and betray
Will the hunter now refuse the prey?
It's the little things
The little things that give you away

Sometimes I can't believe my existence
See myself from a distance
I can't get back inside
Sometimes the air is so anxious
All my thoughts are so reckless
And all of my innocence has died
Sometimes I wake at four in the morning
Where all the darkness is swarming
And it covers me in fear

Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

Sometimes I'm full of anger and grieving
So far away from believing
That any sun will reappear
Sometimes
The end is not coming
It's not coming
The end is here
Sometimes

Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

Sometimes
When the painted glass shatters (sometimes)
And you're the only thing matters (sometimes)
But I can see you through your tears
Sometimes
The end is not coming
It's not coming
The end is here
Sometimes

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson