Sinead O'ConnorYou Made Me The Thief Of Your Heart

I hope you're happy now..
I could never make you so...
You were a hard man...
No harder in this world
You made me cold, you mad me hard
And you made me the
Thief of your heart
Winter is cold...oh!
But you're colder still
And for the first time
I feel like you're mine
I'll share you with the one who will
Mend what falls apart and turn
A blind eye to the thief of your heart
I'll never wash these clothes
I want to keep the stain
You blood to me is precious
Nor would I spill it in vain.
Your spirit sings
Though your lips never part
Singing only to me
The thief of your heart