paroles de chanson Cherry Wine - Live - Hozier
Her
eyes
and
words
are
so
icy,
oh,
but
she
burns
Like
rum
on
a
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
mama,
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
The
blood
is
rare
and
sweet
as
cherry
wine
Calls
of
guilty
thrown
at
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
shows
me
I'm
hers
and
she's
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
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
The
blood
is
rare
and
sweet
as
cherry
wine
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