Karaoké Cherry Wine (live) Hozier

Her eyes and words are so icy oh but she burns like rum on a 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 mama 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 thrown at 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

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

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

I have this some of the time

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