Harbour - Moby, Sinead O'Connor

The street bears no relief

When everybody’s fighting

The street bears no relief

With light so hot and binding

I run the stairs away

And walk into the nighttime

The sadness flows like water

And washes down the heartache

And washes down the heartache

My heart is full

My heart is wide

The saddest song to play

On the strings of my heart

The heat is on its own

The roof seems so inviting

A vantage point is gained

To watch the children fighting

So lead me to the harbour

And float me on the waves

Sink me in the ocean

To sleep in a sailor’s grave

To sleep in a sailor’s grave

My heart is full

My heart is wide

The saddest song to play

On the strings of my heart

My heart is full

My heart is wide, so wide

The saddest song to play

On the strings of my heart