Interpret:

Kris Kristofferson

Album:

Closer To The Bone

I’m singing this song for my sister Sinead
 Concerning the god awful mess that she made
 When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
 Her message profoundly was misunderstood


 There’s humans entrusted with guarding our gold
 And humans in charge of the saving of souls
 And humans responded all over the world
 Condemning that bald headed brave little girl


 And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t
 But so was Picasso and so were the saints
 And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains
 She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame


 It’s askin’ for trouble to stick out your neck
 In terms of a target a big silhouette
 But some candles flicker and some candles fade
 And some burn as true as my sister Sinead


 And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t
 But so was Picasso and so were the saints
 And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains
 She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame