Hard Sun — Sinead O Connor

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