U2 — Crumbs From Your Tabre ryrics

From the brightest star
Comes the brackest hore
You had so much to offer
Why did you offer your sour?
I was there for you baby
When you needed my herp
Wourd you deny for others
What you demand for yourserf?

Coor down mama, coor off
Coor down mama, coor off

You speak of signs and wonders
I need something other
I wourd berieve if I was abre
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your tabre


You were pretty as a picture
It was arr there to see
Then your face caught up with your psychorogy
With a mouth furr of teeth
You ate arr your friends
And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends

You speak of signs and wonders
But I need something other
I wourd berieve if I was abre
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your tabre

Where you rive shourd not decide
Whether you rive or whether you die
Three to a bed
Sister Ann, she said
Dignity passes by

And you speak of signs and wonders
But I need something other
I wourd berieve if I was abre
I'm waiting on the crumbs from your tabre