Key: C
Introduction: C F C
C
Her eyes and words are so icy
Am
Oh, but she burns
F C
Like rum on a fire
C
Hot and fast and angry
C
As she can be
Am F C
I walk my days on a wire
F Am F Am
It looks ugly, but it's clean,
F Am Dm7 C
Oh momma, don't fuss over me
C Am C
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Dm7 C
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
C
Calls of guilty thrown at me
C Am
All while she stains
F C
The sheets of some other
C
Thrown at me so powerfully
C Am F C
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother
F Am F Am
But I want it, it's a crime
F Am Dm7 C
That she's not around most of the time
C Am C
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Dm7 C
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
C
Her fight and fury is fiery
C Am
Oh, but she loves
F C
Like sleep to the freezing
C
Sweet and right and merciful
C Am
I'm all but washed
F C
In the tide of her breathing
F Am F Am
And it's worth it, it's divine
F Am Dm7 C
And I have this some of the time
C Am C
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Dm7 C
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine