No man can write a love letter like Bono. Even if not a story exclusively between man and woman, I feel heat and longing, smell the musky cologne in his lyrics. I assuredly declare should a man ever exclaim his passion and pleasure and admiration and chemical reaction for me like it’s done here, I’m his forever.
I want to trip inside your head
Spend the day there...
To hear the things you haven't said
And see what you might see
I want to see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug
Melts my dark chocolate heart every time.