[00:00.00] 作词 : Julia Godden
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Julia Godden
[00:25.38]Her eyes and words are so icy
[00:30.15]Oh but she burns
[00:32.37]Like rum on the fire
[00:34.14]Hot and fast and angry as she can be
[00:41.94]I walk my days on a wire
[00:48.78]It looks ugly, but it's clean
[00:55.38]Oh momma, don't fuss over me
[00:57.78]The way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine
[01:03.54]Open hand or closed fist would be fine
[01:07.74]Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
[01:13.32]Calls of guilty thrown at me
[01:24.30]All while she stains
[01:26.19]The sheets of another
[01:28.11]Thrown at me so powerfully
[01:34.62]Just like she throws with the arm of her brother
[01:37.14]But I want it
[01:45.45]It's a crime
[01:47.85]That she's not around most of the time
[01:51.60]The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine
[01:57.72]Open hand or closed fist would be fine
[01:59.79]Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
[02:00.75]Her fight and fury is fiery
[02:08.43]Oh but she loves
[02:41.49]Like sleep to the freezing
[02:43.59]Sweet and right and merciful
[02:50.22]I'm all but washed
[02:52.50]In the tide of her breathing
[02:57.42]And it's worth it, it's divine
[03:04.62]I have this some of the time
[03:07.08]The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine
[03:12.54]Open hand or closed fist would be fine
[03:16.11]Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

作词 : Julia Godden
作曲 : Julia Godden
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's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of another
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 shows me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
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
The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine