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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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

flippetskater

It's hard to pick a favorite Hozier song, because they are all so wonderful in their own right. But I keep coming back to this one. It's so magnificently constructed and executed. It's a little jewel.

The way the music rises on “some of the time”, but the sung melody falls against it on “time” is exquisite. The revealed dejection is palpable and heartbreaking.

The lyrics are simply stunning. “Like sleep to the freezing”. If you’re freezing, sleep is the siren that pulls you down to your death, all the while offering the sweet lie of warmth and comfort. Under normal circumstances, sleep is restorative and healing. But when you’re freezing, sleep will kill you, so softly and gently, you’ll never notice, convinced that sleep is what you need, and unable to pull away. Sleep is also a way of shutting your eyes to reality, in order to enter a world of dreams.

The icing on this video’s perfection - in addition to the room’s wonderful acoustics - is his glasses. They’re fantastic - they add that extra note of vulnerability to the song’s protagonist. It’s a lovely effect.

Andrew’s what, 24 here? I don’t know when this song was written, but it’s so well-polished that I’d think he’s had it in his pocket for a while, maybe even since he was 19 or 20. I mean, what kind of kid writes like that?? This genius does. He writes characters that become *real people*, brought to life by the singing. It’s an incredible talent.

This is the first song on a Mahogany Sessions playlist that includes other artists, and whoa...what an error in judgement that was, lol. This song is so well-crafted and richly sung, that it kind of inadvertently made the other artists and songs look like the Kindergarten Sessions. This is no dig on the others, it’s just that Cherry Wine and Hozier in general is such a cut above, that it maybe was an error to put anything else in such close quarters for comparison.



Rachewieee

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

[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

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

[Chorus:]
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

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

[Chorus:]
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



Rocketman

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

[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

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

[Chorus:]
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

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

[Chorus:]
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



TinTin xz

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

[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

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

[Chorus:]
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

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

[Chorus:]
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



All comments from YouTube:

Crudity

"I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things." ~ Tom Waits

Laura Montes

Exactly 😌

J'vaughn Daniels

Then HELL BROKE LOOSE

Philippe Marette

@trashboat End of the affair- Ben Howard

Illiterate Bastard

I'm partial to the bitter taste of sugared poison

Anhorish

No End by Sandy Denny is in that category as are many of her masterpieces.

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If I could Fly

its so sad how it changes from "the way she tells me im hers" to "the way she shows me im hers" because its when verbal abuse turns into physical abuse.

temporarydive

I never thought of that before. Thanks for enlightening me.

Snoop woop

Hozier: Hold on bro..!!What are you talking about

Cryo Sphere

@AfRoADam x to doubt

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