Borrowed Words: Bad (U2)

If you twist and turn away.
If you tear yourself in two again.
If I could, yes I would.
If I could, I would let it go.

Surrender.
Dislocate.

If I could throw this
lifeless lifeline to the wind;
leave this heart of clay;
see you walk, walk away
into the night and through the rain,
into the halflight and through the flame.

If I could, through myself,
set your spirit free;
I'd lead your heart away;
see you break, break away
into the light and to the day—

To let it go and
so to fade away.
I'm wide awake.
I'm not sleeping.

If you should ask then maybe
they'd tell you what I would say:
true colours fly in blue and black,
bruised silken sky and burning flag.
Colours clash, collide in bloodshot eyes.

If I could, you know I would.
If I could, I would let it go—

this desperation, dislocation,
separation, condemnation,
revelation in temptation,
isolation, desolation...

Let it go and
so to fade away.
I'm wide awake.
I'm not sleeping.