Out of the Depths Songtext
von Sinéad O’Connor

Out of the depths I cry to you, oh Lord
Don′t let my cries for mercy be ignored
If you keep a count of sins, oh, who would stand?
But you have forgiveness in your hands

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, your like a ghost in your own home
Nobody hears you crying all alone, ooh-ooh
Oh, you are the one truly voiceless one
They have their backs turned to you for worship of gold and stone

And to see you prisoner, oh, makes me weep
Nobody hears you screaming in the streets
And it′s sad but true how the old saying goes
"If God lived on Earth people would break his windows"

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, I long for you