Hozier

I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful, Toying somewhere between love and abuse, Calling to join them the wretched and joyful, Shaking the wings of their terrible youths, Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion, No more alone or myself could I

Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the 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 momma, don't fuss over me. The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or

Babe, there's something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don't you agree? Babe, there's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony No "who cares", no vacan

Never feel too good in crowds, With folks around, when they're playing The anthems of rape culture loud, Crude and proud creatures baying All I've ever done is hide From our times when you're near me Honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes

Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She

Just a little rush, babe To feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me Just a little hush, babe Our veins are busy but my heart's in atrophy Any way to distract and sedate Adding shadows to the walls of the cave You and I nursing on a poison that never stu

I had a thought, dear However scary, About that night, The bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury, Before those hands pulled me From the earth? I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask you and neither should you. Hone

My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouth piece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born

[Humming] When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices... I learned the voices died with me When I was a child I'd sit for hours Staring into open flames Something in it had a power Could