Cranberries

Take me away from this prison, take me away from this hell. The politics, pain, and derision, the agonies one can not tell
You make me want to be better. You set me free from the pain that surrounds me.
Pull out the shrapnel from under my skin. Remove the media from my soul. Although I’m nothing more than sin, one look from you can make me whole.
You make me want to be better. You set me free from the pain that surrounds me.
A cool drink of water, in the desert. A sliver of light, in the dark.
Take me away from this prison, take me away from this hell. The politics, pain, and derision, the agonies one can not tell
You make me want to be better. You set me free from the pain that surrounds me.