G C
Her eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns
Am G
Like rum on a fire
G
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
C Am G
I walk my days on a wire
C Cmaj7 C Cmaj7
It looks ugly, but it's clean
C Am G
Oh mamma, don't fuss over me
G C G
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
G C G
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
C Am C Am G
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
G C
Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains
Am G
The sheets of some other
G C
Thrown at me so powerfully just like she throws
Am G
With the arm of her brother
C Cmaj7 C Cmaj7
But I want it, it's a crime
C Cmaj7 Am G
That she's not around most of the time
G C G
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
G C G
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
C Am C Am G
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
G C
Her fight and fury's fiery, oh, but she loves
Am G
Like sleep to the freezing
G C
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
Am G
In the tide of her breathing
C Cmaj7 C Cmaj7
And it's worth it, it's divine
C Am G
I have this some of the time
G C G
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
G C G
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
C Am C Am
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
G
