歌手:Hozier
专辑:《Sad Bops》

作词 : Andrew Hozier-Byrne
作曲 : Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry
As she can be
I walk my days on a wire
It looks ugly but it's clean
Oh momma don't fuss over me
The way she tells me
I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist
Would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet
As cherry wine
Calls of guilty fall on me
All while she stains

The sheets of some other

Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with
The arm of her brother

But I want it it's a crime

That she's not around most
Of the time

The way she tells me
I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist
Would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet
As cherry wine

Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves

Like sleep to the freezing

Sweet and right and merciful

I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing

And it's worth it it's divine

And I have this some of the time

The way she tells me
I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist
Would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet
As cherry wine