Something Beautiful (london Sessions) Lyrics - Theology - Sinead Oconnor

I wanna make 

Something beautiful 

For you and from you 

To show you 

To show you 

I adore you 

Oh you 

And your journey 

Toward me 

Which I see 

And I see 

All you push through 

Mad for you 

And because of you 

I couldn't thank you in ten thousand years 

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears 

Ah, but you know the soul 

And you know what make it gold 

You give life through blood. 

Oh I wanna make something 

So lovely for you 

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for you 

With the Bible I stole 

I know you forgave my soul because 

Such was my need on a 

Chronic Christmas Eve 

And I think we're agreed 

That it should have been free 

And you sang to me 

They dress the wounds of my poor people 

As thought they're nothing 

Saying, "Peace, peace" 

When there's no peace. 

They dress the wounds of my poor people 

As thought they're nothing 

Saying, "Peace, peace" 

When there's no peace. 

Days without number. 

Days without number. 

Now can a bride forget her jewels? 

Or a maid her ornaments? 

Yet my people forgotten me. 

Days without number. 

Days without number. 

And in their want 

Oh in their want 

And in their want 

Who'll dress their wounds? 

Who'll dress their wounds?