Bài hát: Cherry Wine - 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 mamma
Don't fuss over me
The way she tells me
I'm hers and she is 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 tells me
I'm hers and she is 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 tells me
I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist
Would be fine
The blood is rare
And sweet as cherry wine