The Value Of Ignorance — Sinead O Connor

you smile and there's blood on your lips your hands show again what your mouth has kissed now i know something i did not know before the thing that you've destroyed is a thing you liked me for

all those nights with my arse in your face and your words in my dreams now i know what the value of ignorance means

the pain in the sordidness all the more choices I thought you'd be the best

at least i know something about what's good and what hurts and i'm glad that i loath it you would have fucked me up worse

all those nights with my arse in your face and your words in my dreams now i know what the value of ignorance means

all those nights with my arse in your face and your words in my dreams now i know what the value of ignorance means

don't you ever lie to me again because if you do i will not be you friend