Richard Ashcroft: God in the Numbers

Sometimes you hold the world in your hands
Sometimes the world it baffles you with plans
Some days you drift oh so easy and free
Some nights you sleep in blissful harmony

How do we leave the wreckage of our lives?
How do you leave the past out in the night?
Don't throw away the pictures that give you a smile
Don't throw away the memories that make you cry

I saw God in the numbers
I saw God in the numbers
I saw God in the numbers
I saw God in the numbers

I know that I could learn a little harder
There's so much that I want to read and know
But maybe I'm a little lazy
Maybe I don't really want to know

I saw God in the numbers
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)

The more I learn of history the more I hate it
'Cos we're repeating things we did a thousand years ago
We're building palaces of fortune in the sky
There's an underclass dying whilst we smile

I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)
I saw God in the numbers (I saw God in the numbers)

(I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna)

U2: Please

So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace.
And you never felt wanted
Till you'd someone slap your face.
So you never felt alive
Until you'd almost wasted away.

You had to win, you couldn't just pass
The smartest ass at the top of the class
Your flying colours, your family tree
And all your lessons in history.

Please, please, please
Get up off your knees.
Please, please, please, please, oh yeah.

And you never knew how low you'd stoop
To make that call
And you never knew what was on the ground
Till they made you crawl.
So you never knew that the heaven
You keep you stole.

Your Catholic blues, your convent shoes,
Your stick-on tattoos now they're making the news
Your holy war, your northern star
Your sermon on the mount from the boot of your car.

Please, please, please
Get up off your knees.
Please, please, please
Leave me out of this, please.

So love is hard
And love is tough
But love is not
What you're thinking of.

September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drains
Shard of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain.

October, talk getting nowhere.
November, December; remember
We just started again.

Please, please, please
Get up off your knees, yeah.
Please, please, please, please, ah.

So love is big
Is bigger than us.
But love is not
What you're thinking of.
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it
Hard to receive
'Cause you, my love
I could never believe.

This song I dedicate to my doctors!!!

Hospital metal beds are my world for now, and I must thank you for your kind words, and apologise for my lack of time and energy, or health, to respond as yet.

I have had a succession of health scares, the latest of which concerned my appendix. This body if mine is fighting hard, and doing a good job when you consider it appears to be fighting on 7 fronts now...but what worries me, is how much more can a body take?
My doctors just look and offer bloody tablets all the time...are they sadists????
Why oh why can they not treat me, even when blood pours from my body?

Please someone, remind me of which world I am living in??