Gloria, in Te Domine
Gloria, exultate

Oh Lord, loosen my lips?
I try to sing this song.
I try to get in,
But I can't find the door.
The door is open.
You're standing there,
Let me in.

Gloria, Gloria

Oh Lord, if I have anything, anything at all,
I'll give it to you.

Gloria, Gloria

I hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home

A painted face
And I know we haven't long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong

[I hear the children crying....]

Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
La la la la lah

A boy tries hard to be a man,
His mother takes him by his hand,
If he stops to think he starts to cry.
Oh why?

If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway - I will follow.

I was on the inside
when they pulled the four walls down.
I was looking through the window.
I was lost, I am found.

Walkaway, Walkaway.
I walkaway, walkaway - I will follow.
If you walkaway, walkaway,
I walkaway, walkaway - I will follow.

(Your eyes make a circle,
I see you when I go in there)
Your eyes, your eyes.

If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway - I will follow

I will follow
I will follow...

I know a boy, a boy called Trash
Trash Can
I know he does all that he can
Wham Bam !
And he won't tell me his name

I have a heart, a heart that beats inside
When I was three, I thought the world revolved around me
I was wrong
And so I sing now
And if you dance, then dance with me

I know a girl, a girl called Party
Party Girl
I know she wants more than a party
Party Girl

I know a boy, a boy called Trampoline
You know what I mean
I think I know what he wants
I think he knows what he wants
I think she knows what he wants
I think I know what he wants....

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

And the battle's just begun,
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts,
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, Tonight we can be as one.
Tonight, tonight.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Wipe your tears away,
Wipe your blood shot eyes.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

And it's true we are immune.
When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality,
And today the millions cry,
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.
The real battle just begun.
To claim the victory Jesus won,
On a Sunday bloody Sunday,
Sunday bloody Sunday.

Red, running red
Play for real,
Talk and feel.
Hold in your hand.
You don't shout,
You still feel guilty.
If you don't know,
The electric co.

One, two, three, four
Why must I hide from myself?
When I need the crowd.
Bring on the crowd.
I love the crowd.

If you don't know,
the electric co...

Under a blood-red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white.
Arms entwined, the chosen few,
Newspapers say, it says it's true.
And we can break through,
though torn in two we can be one.
I will begin again, I will begin again.
Oh and maybe the time is right,
Oh maybe tonight.
I will be with you again.
I will be with you again.

And so we are told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage.
Though I want to be with you,
To be with you night and day.
Nothing changes on New Year's day.