Sinead O’Connor | Nothing Compares 2 U | The Late Late Show | RTÉ One
Published on Sep 7, 2019

Music is Therapy
Published on Sep 7, 2019


Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire.
It looks ugly, but it’s clean,
Oh momma, don’t fuss over me.
The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
But I want it
It’s a crime
That she’s not around most of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I’m all but washed
In the tide of her breathing.
And it’s worth it, it’s divine
I have this some of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Andrew Hozier Byrne






Lyrics
The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I’ve seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way
Many times I’ve been alone
And many times I’ve cried
Anyway, you’ll never know
The many ways I’ve tried
And still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don’t leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door
But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don’t keep me waiting here
Lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
The Long and Winding Road lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics: “Dear Danny I’m taking the pen in my hand, to tell you we,re just out of site of the land. In a grand Ocean Liner I’m sailing in style. but I’m sailing away from the em’rald isle, and a long sort o’sight seems to come from us all as the waves hit the last bit of auld Donegal, Oh it is well to be you that is taking yer tay where Cutting the Corn around Creeslough to-day”
