Sinéad O’connor

Chiquitita, tell me what’s wrong You’re enchained by your own sorrow In your eyes, there is no hope for tomorrow How i hate to see you like this There is no way you can deny it, i know I can see that you’re oh-so sad, so quiet Chiquitita, tell me the truth I’m a shoulder…

It’s been seven hours and fifteen days Since you took your love away I go out every night and sleep all day Since you took your love away Since you’ve been gone i can do whatever i want I can see whomever i choose I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant But nothing…