Out of the Depths

Out of the depths I cry to you, oh, Lord
Don't let my cry for mercy be ignored
If you keep a count of sins, oh, who would stand?
Heard you have forgiveness in your hand

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared
But I don't buy into everything I hear
And it seems to me, you're hostage to those rules
That were made by religion, and not by you

And I'm wondering will you ever get yourself free
Is it bad to think you might like help from me?
Is there anything my little heart can do
To help religion share us with you?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your own home
Nobody hears you crying all alone
Oh, you are the one, truly voiceless one
We have our backs turned to you for worship of gold and stone

Oh, your sweet render

Oh, your sweet render

I long for you as watchman long
For the end of night
Oh-oh, I long for you as watchman long
For the end of night
Oh-oh-ooh-ooh, I long for you as watchman long
For the end of night
Oh-oh, I long for you



Credits
Writer(s): Sinead O Connor
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