Cherry Wine
Hozier Lyrics


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 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 is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
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 is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

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Written by: ANDREW HOZIER BYRNE

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UnknownAjax

Okay, I NEVER post comments on Youtube but this song is so deep, rich and thought-provoking I had to. I love dissecting a good lyric so here’s my take on the meaning of this song and some of its layers.

“Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire”
She can be cold as ice to him or raging and hot-tempered – she’s unpredictable and volatile. There’s a hint it’s alcohol-related, too, maybe drunken rages, with the reference to rum on the fire.

“Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire.”
This volatility means he always has to be careful around her, never wanting to set her off.

“It looks ugly, but it's clean,
Oh momma, don't fuss over me.”
The physical wound he’s received from her looks bad, but it’s not infected – it’s clean – so it’s no big deal. He’s minimizing the physical injuries he’s receiving.

“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.”
She can still be sweet, and talks about their love for one another, so he excuses the occasional violence – “the blood is rare” – whether it be a slap or a punch: “open hand or closed fist”.

“Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other”
This verse expands on the physical violence covered already with some psychological abuse – she is hypocritical and cheating on him even while acting jealous of him and suspecting him of cheating on her. Presumably she’s judging him by the same standard as the way she is acting herself, though he’s innocent.

“Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.”
This line makes me wonder if she herself has suffered some abuse at the hands of her brother growing up (especially after reading “Educated” by Tara Westover a while ago). If she’s experienced abuse herself she might be acting this way in her relationships with others – helps us to understand if not excuse her behaviour.

“But I want it
It's a crime
That she's not around most of the time.”
Despite her awful behaviour, he still wants to be with her, and the irony is he calls her absence a crime, while overlooking and minimizing her ACTUAL criminal behaviour (the violence and abuse).

“The way she shows me I'm hers and she’s mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.”
I’ve heard some people comment how an abused person can start to see the abuse as a sign the abuser loves them – the strength of the insults/hits shows how deeply they care, in this twisted interpretation, so the abuse itself becomes a sign of the “love” of the abuser.

“Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing”
Again the juxtaposition of hot and cold, and the picture of someone frozen – all they want is to sleep, but of course that sleep will be deadly to them. In the same way the abused person desires the love of the abuser.

“Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing.”
Carrying on the picture of sleeping – now it seems to be her that’s sleeping, and she is at her most calm and peaceful – it’s probably easy to love and forgive her right now. It seems, though, perversely, that HE’S the one who’s feeling forgiven, and is grateful for it. I think he’s calling her/her love “sweet and right and merciful” – she’s merciful for forgiving HIM for his misdeeds – and “I’m all but washed” – again seems to be a picture of him being (nearly) cleansed. I think this is hinting at how the abused person feels the abuse is THEIR fault and the abuser is being kind to them by forgiving them and staying with them. Rather than recognising that it is the abuser who is in the wrong and the abuser should be the one seeking forgiveness.

“And it's worth it, it's divine
I have this some of the time.”
And this love seems to be worth it to him. The occasional, wonderful times outweigh the bad, in his mind. So, at least in the song, there’s no hint of trying to leave or even wanting to.

So powerful and sad.



Dev Ambrose

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
It looks ugly, but it's clean
Oh mama, don't fuss over me

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus 2]
But I want it, it's a crime
That she's not around most of the time

[Chorus 2]
The way she shows 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

[Verse 3]
Her fight and fury's fiery
Oh, but she looks
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing

[Pre-Chorus 3]
And it's worth it, it's divine
I have this some of the time

[Chorus 2]
The way she shows 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



All comments from YouTube:

Chirch

I appreciate how the lyrics are about a man being abused by his girlfriend and the video is a woman being abused by her boyfriend
It really shows how abuse can go both ways and isn't just specific to one gender

Sir Science

@Carla where did you get that statistic from?

Sir Science

@MistyFox i mean if they didn't know how they could have just asked, hell I'd be the first to come forward, and much of whats shown in the video could be applied to a man.

MistyFox

@Sir Science maybe they thought it would be easier to show male to female because they don’t know how to portray female to male in an accurate way so they just played it safe. Idk it is annoying tho

Lembdadelta

Men in 2021 really be acting like they oppressed LMAO

Powerhouseofthecell

Yes I agree, the songs beautiful though

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A.

I like that the video doesn't show the actual abuse, it chooses to show us their loving moments and then her black eye when she's alone. Frequently that's how it works.

L

@Holly b I'm sorry. I was attemtping to mimick someone who beleives in the tavistock institute conspiracy theory, because that is what the comment I was replying to had reminded me of.
Google it, its wacky.

Holly b

@L no i genuinely don’t get it please elaborate😂

L

@Holly b Indeed

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