Da-da-da-da-da, oh
Da-da-da-da-da, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da-da-da, oh
Da-da-da-da-da, oh
You do your disappearing act
You do your disappearing act
Silence, I know I could get used to this
Calling, your scent is something I′m not gonna miss
Exile, it's a small price to pay for bliss
Alone, like a painter′s doll without a bone
When there's only one thing you need to own
And that is hunger, hunger itself
I know for pick and rest
Your mattress ripped and it is torn to shreds
From all the lovers sneaking to your beds
They're empty now
And you think that you can love
And you think that you can love
And you think that you can love someone into love
You do your disappearing act
You do your disappearing act
Jealousy, it′s not what it′s cracked up to be
Envy gets you where you need to be
Alone, rather the river than your stepping stones
Leave the graveyard 'fore you turn to bones
I′m tragic, you're comedy
Oh, baby doll, the dogs are barking, they need to be fed
All the lovers you let in
Your head isn′t empty now
'Cause you think that you can love
And you think that you can love
And you think that you can love someone into love
You do your disappearing act
You do your disappearing act
Writer(s): Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
