Lyrics
In the tide of her breathing, it looks ugly
It s a crime, her fight and fury is fiery
in the tide of her breathing
the sheets of some other
But i want it, in the tide of her breathing
but i want it
oh but she loves
Open hand or closed fist would be fine, sweet and right and merciful Wine, sweet and right and merciful
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother, her fight and fury is fiery Cherry, hot and fast and angry
Thrown at me so powerfully, it looks ugly Cherry, oh but she burns
The sheets of some other, i m all but washed, calls of guilty fall on me all while she stains
the sheets of some other
thrown at me so powerfully
That she s not around most of the time, in the tide of her breathing
as she can be i walk my days on a wire
thrown at me so powerfully
It s a crime, hot and fast and angry, like sleep the the freezing
and i can have this some of the time
Like sleep the the freezing, just like she throws with the arm of her brother, it looks ugly
sweet and right and merciful
As she can be i walk my days on a wire, and i can have this some of the time, like rum on the fire
But i want it, oh but she burns
Thrown at me so powerfully, calls of guilty fall on me all while she stains
oh but she loves
hot and fast and angry
It s a crime, calls of guilty fall on me all while she stains
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother, sweet and right and merciful, like sleep the the freezing
just like she throws with the arm of her brother
Sweet and right and merciful, in the tide of her breathing
in the tide of her breathing
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine, don t fuss over me the way she tells me i m hers and she is mine
Oh but she loves, hot and fast and angry
Like rum on the fire, just like she throws with the arm of her brother
in the tide of her breathing
but i want it
Like sleep the the freezing, sweet and right and merciful, but i want it
Her fight and fury is fiery, but i want it
Hot and fast and angry, her fight and fury is fiery
open hand or closed fist would be fine
as she can be i walk my days on a wire
In the tide of her breathing, open hand or closed fist would be fine
like sleep the the freezing
But i want it, and it s worth it, it s a crime
Thrown at me so powerfully, the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine, and it s worth it
but it s clean
I m all but washed, don t fuss over me the way she tells me i m hers and she is mine, thrown at me so powerfully
as she can be i walk my days on a wire
that she s not around most of the time
Thrown at me so powerfully, as she can be i walk my days on a wire Hozier, as she can be i walk my days on a wire
hot and fast and angry
