Hozier - Cherry Wine Lyrics
Her eyes and words are so icyOh but she burnsLike rum on the fireHot and fast and angryAs she can beI 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 mineOpen hand or closed fist would be fineThe blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.Calls of guilty fall on meAll while she stainsThe sheets of some otherThrown at me so powerfullyJust like she throws with the arm of her brother.But I want it, it's a crimeThat she's not around most of the time.The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mineOpen hand or closed fist would be fineBlood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.Her fight and fury is fieryOh but she lovesLike sleep the the freezingSweet and right and mercifulI'm all but washedIn the tide of her breathing.And it's worth it, it's divineAnd I can have this some of the time.The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mineOpen hand or closed fist would be fineThe blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
