Tekster: Sinead Oconnor. Hard Sun.

The city lights flick to display
bang there goes another day
The believers in the basement
they are singing songs about a way
reborn and regenerate
but none of this communicates to me

Up here on the second floor
I've forgotten what I'm waiting for
A friend, a brother, mother, woman
maybe
but I have all these in the sulphate
emotionless and considerate
to me

And it's a hard sun
a hard sun that
's been beating on my back
it's a hard sun
that shines it's light on me

it's a hard sun
a hard sun that
's been beating on my back
it's a hard sun
that shines it's light on me

The silver clock chimes off again
reminds me of my childhood pain

And the burden that was lifted
when I made it to the city
disillusioned and full of hate
but a member of the mother state and free

At empty walls I sit and stare
I sense a feeling in the air
In the throws of thought I wonder
can I make it on my own
but, deep down in my heart I known
that I ain't never, ever going home

And it's a hard sun
a hard sun that
's been beating on my back
it's a hard sun
that shines it's light on me

it's a hard sun
a hard sun that
's been beating on my back
And it's a hard sun
that shines it's light on me