blackcoffee - Sinead O Connor[西尼德

What else should I be All apologies What else could I say Everyone is gay What else could I write I don"t have the right In the sun In the sun I feel

a perfect indian A Perfect Indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face on my pillow Comes to me still in my dreams And there

See the child With the golden hair Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside Do we know Can we understand just how he feels Or have we really tried See

All babies are born saying God"s name Over and over, All born singing God"s name All babies are flown from the Universe From there they"re lifted by the ha

In this heart lies for you A lark born only for you Who sings only to you My love My love My love I am waiting for you For only to adore you My heart i

I"d a terrible broken heart I"d a terrible broken heart I"d a terrible broken heart I"d a terrible broken heart You were born on the day my mother was buri

You got to a need to suffer, prepare to duck and cover its coming to you words are unnecessary when you are dead and buried doesn't matter to you you got