[00:00.000] 作词 : Andrew Hozier-Byrne
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Andrew Hozier-Byrne
[00:25.390]Her eyes and words are so icy
[00:29.570]Oh but she burns
[00:31.880]Like rum on the fire
[00:36.580]Hot and fast and angry
[00:40.690]As she can be
[00:42.290]I walk my days on a wire
[00:48.650]It looks ugly but it's clean
[00:54.430]Oh momma don't fuss over me
[00:58.090]The way she tells me
[00:59.990]I'm hers and she is mine
[01:03.980]Open hand or closed fist
[01:06.950]Would be fine
[01:08.490]The blood is rare and sweet
[01:12.260]As cherry wine
[01:19.970]Calls of guilty fall on me
[01:24.190]All while she stains
[01:26.700]The sheets of some other
[01:31.140]Thrown at me so powerfully
[01:35.380]Just like she throws with
[01:37.840]The arm of her brother
[01:43.320]But I want it it's a crime
[01:48.830]That she's not around most
[01:51.240]Of the time
[01:52.240]
[01:52.920]The way she tells me
[01:54.290]I'm hers and she is mine
[01:57.010]
[01:58.510]Open hand or closed fist
[02:01.410]Would be fine
[02:02.610]
[02:03.140]The blood is rare and sweet
[02:06.850]As cherry wine
[02:08.810]
[02:36.070]Her fight and fury is fiery
[02:40.400]Oh but she loves
[02:42.070]
[02:42.750]Like sleep to the freezing
[02:45.280]
[02:47.500]Sweet and right and merciful
[02:51.410]
[02:51.990]I'm all but washed
[02:54.450]In the tide of her breathing
[02:56.590]
[02:59.950]And it's worth it it's divine
[03:04.010]
[03:05.920]And I  have this some of the time
[03:08.380]
[03:09.350]The way she tells me
[03:10.670]I'm hers and she is mine
[03:13.580]
[03:15.050]Open hand or closed fist
[03:17.860]Would be fine
[03:18.990]
[03:19.800]The blood is rare and sweet
[03:23.220]As cherry wine

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