Cherry Wine
Her eyes and words are so icyOh but she burns like rum on the fireHot and fast and angry as she can beI walk my days on a wire
It looks ugly, but it's cleanOh momma, don't fuss over me
[Chorus]The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mineOpen hand or closed fist would be fineThe blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Calls of guilty thrown at meAll while she stainsThe sheets of some otherThrown at me so powerfullyJust like she throws with the arm of her brother
But I want it, it's a crimeThat she's not around most of the time
[Chorus 2]The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mineOpen hand or closed fist would be fineThe blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Her fight and fury is fieryOh but she loves like sleep to the freezingSweet and right and mercifulI'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing
And it's worth it, it's divineAnd I have this some of the time
[Chorus 2]