Written by Andrew Hozier-Byrne
C Am Her eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns F C Like rum on a fire C Hot and fast and angry as she can be Am F C I walk my days on a wire Dm7 Em It looks ugly, but it's clean Dm7 Em G Oh mamma, don't fuss over me C Am7 C The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine C Am7 C Open hand or closed fist would be fine F Am Em Am C But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine C Am Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains F C The sheets of some other C Am Thrown at me so powerfully just like she throws F C With the arm of her brother Dm7 Em But I want it, it's a crime Dm7 Em G That she's not around most of the time C Am7 C The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine C Am7 C Open hand or closed fist would be fine F Am Em Am C But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine Guitar Solo C Am Her fight and fury's fiery, oh, but she loves F C Like sleep to the freezing C Am Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed F C In the tide of her breathing Dm7 Em And it's worth it, it's divine Dm7 Em G I have this some of the time C Am7 C The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine C Am7 C Open hand or closed fist would be fine F Am Em Am But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine End on C