C Am
Her eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns
F C
Like rum on a fire
C
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
Am F C
I walk my days on a wire
Dm Em
It looks ugly, but it's clean
Dm Em G
Oh mamma, don't fuss over me
C Am7 C
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am7 C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Am Em Am C
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
C Am
Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains
F C
The sheets of some other
C Am
Thrown at me so powerfully just like she throws
F C
With the arm of her brother
Dm Em
But I want it, it's a crime
Dm Em G
That she's not around most of the tim
C Am7 C
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am7 C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Am Em Am C
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
C Am
Her fight and fury's fiery, oh, but she loves
F C
Like sleep to the freezing
C Am
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
F C
In the tide of her breathing
Dm Em
And it's worth it, it's divine
Dm Em G
I have this some of the time
C Am7 C
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am7 C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Am Em Am
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
End on C