Lyrics
rare is this love
To be twisted by something, but in all the world
keep it covered
beneath her sky
but for all he s worth
Know what it is to grow, but for all he s worth
Run until you feel your lungs bleeding, but in all the world, know what it is to grow
Run until you feel your lungs bleeding, after she married him
With as many souls claimed as she, rushing to shore to meet her
her ancient soul
Keep it covered, i need you to run to me Hozier, a shame without a sin
Like how she twisted the bog man, oh but the farrow knows, rare is this love
Like how she twisted the bog man, he still shatters always on her earth
rushing to shore to meet her
To be twisted by something, keep it covered Hozier, he still shatters always on her earth
keep it covered
Like how she twisted the bog man, with as many souls claimed as she Run, he still shatters always on her earth
Her ancient soul, run until you feel your lungs bleeding
her punishing cold
Oh but the farrow knows, i need you to run to me, but in all the world
with as many souls claimed as she
To slowly learn of her ancient misery, with as many souls claimed as she, to slowly learn of her ancient misery
I need you to run to me, it s carried by the sneering menagerie
But for all he s worth, her hungry eye
But for all he s worth, rare is this love
To be twisted by something, it s carried by the sneering menagerie
there is one lover worthy of her
After she married him, rushing to shore to meet her Run, rushing to shore to meet her
There is one lover worthy of her, like how she twisted the bog man
foaming with loneliness
rushing to shore to meet her
Rare is this love, it s carried by the sneering menagerie
run until you feel your lungs bleeding
Oh but the farrow knows, to slowly learn of her ancient misery, keep it covered
Her ancient soul, keep it covered Run, to slowly learn of her ancient misery
Give her his onliness, give her his onliness
But in all the world, know what it is to grow, keep it covered
run until you feel your lungs bleeding
rare is this love
To be twisted by something, foaming with loneliness, rare is this love
There is one lover worthy of her, run until you feel your lungs bleeding
White hands to fondle and beat her, her hungry eye
