Out Of The Depths [london Sessions] Lyrics - Theology - Sinead Oconnor

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 youself free 

Is it bad to think you might need 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 

Oh you are the one truly voiceless one 

They have their back turned toward 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 a watchman longs 

For the end of night...