"Mothers of the Disappeared"
from The Joshua Tree
Midnight, our sons and daughters / Were cut down and taken from us / Hear their heartbeat... / We hear their heartbeat / In the wind / We hear their laughter / In the rain / We see their tears / Hear their heartbeat... / We hear their heartbeat / Night hangs like a prisoner / Stretched out over black and blue / Hear their heartbeat... / We hear their heartbeat / In the trees / Our sons stand naked / Through the walls / Our daughters cry / See thier tears in the rainfall
