Letra da Música Cherry Wine Hozier

Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh, but she burns
Like rum on the fireHot and fast and angry
As she can be
I walk my days on a wireIt looks ugly, but it's clean
Oh, momma, don't fuss over meThe 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 wineCalls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some otherThrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws
With the arm of her brotherBut I want it, it's a crime
That she's not around most of the timeThe way she shows me
I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist
Would be fine
The blood is rare
And sweet as cherry wineHer fight and fury is fiery
Oh, but she looks
Like sleep to the freezingSweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathingAnd it's worth it, it's divine
I have this some of the timeThe way she shows 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

Composição: Andrew Hozier-Byrne.