[00:16.32]Her eyes and words are so icy
[00:21.10]Oh but she burns
[00:23.51]Like rum on the fire
[00:28.31]Hot and fast and angry
[00:31.11]As she can be
[00:34.13]I walk my days on a wire
[00:41.22]It looks ugly, but it's clean,
[00:47.07]Oh momma, don't fuss over me.
[00:53.86]The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
[00:59.19]Open hand or closed fist would be fine
[01:04.25]The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
[01:20.76]Calls of guilty throw at me
[01:25.69]All while she stains
[01:27.00]The sheets of some other
[01:30.73]Thrown at me so powerfully
[01:33.87]Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
[01:46.47]But I want it, it's a crime
[01:46.95]That she's not around most of the time.
[01:51.32]The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
[01:56.57]Open hand or closed fist would be fine
[02:01.14]Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
[02:28.33]Her fight and fury is fiery
[02:32.80]Oh but she loves
[02:34.80]Like sleep to the freezing
[02:39.01]Sweet and right and merciful
[02:43.66]I'm all but washed
[02:46.12]In the tide of her breathing.
[02:52.81]And i want it, it's divine
[02:59.24]And I can have this some of the time.
[03:04.45]The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
[03:10.76]Open hand or closed fist would be fine
[03:14.62]The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine