The Rainbow
I dreamed of Sinead O'Connor last night.
She had a gag around her face, she could no longer sing
Her left eye was covered by a black eye patch.
She fixed me with a baleful gaze from the single uncovered light
I knew she was dead.
Tokens of glittering silver she strewn all around her too short life.
Her art, for those who care.
I dreamed of Sinead O'Connor last night.
She had a gag around her face, she could no longer sing
Her left eye was covered by a black eye patch.
She fixed me with a baleful gaze from the single uncovered light
I knew she was dead.
Tokens of glittering silver she strewn all around her too short life.
Her art, for those who care.
I dreamed of Sinead O'Connor last night.