folk-pop, irish singer-songwriter, pop
The original song calls for capo on 6 [Intro] G G Em C/G G [Verse] G G Her eyes and words are so icy Em Oh but she burns C/G G Like rum on the fire G G Hot and fast and angry As she can be Em C/G G I walk my days on a wire. C/G Em C/G Em It looks ugly, but it's clean, C/G Em Oh momma, don't fuss over me. [Chorus] G Em The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine G Em Open hand or closed fist would be fine C/G Am G The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. [Verse] G G Calls of guilty thrown at me Em All while she stains C/G G The sheets of some other G G Thrown at me so powerfully Em C/G G Just like she throws with the arm of her brother. C/G Em C/G Em But I want it, it's a crime C/G Em That she's not around most of the time. [Chorus] G Em The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine G Em Open hand or closed fist would be fine C/G Am G The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. [Instrumental bridge] G G Em C/G G [Verse] G G Her fight and fury is fiery Em Oh but she loves C/G G Like sleep to the freezing G G Sweet and right and merciful Em I'm all but washed C/G G In the tide of her breathing. C/G Em C/G Em And it's worth it, it's divine C/G Em And I can have this some of the time. [Chorus] G Em The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine G Em Open hand or closed fist would be fine C/G Am G The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.