CAm
Her eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns
FC
Like rum on a fire
C
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
AmFC
I walk my days on a wire
DmEm
It looks ugly, but it's clean
DmEmG
Oh mamma, don't fuss over me
CAm7C
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
CAm7C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
FAmEmAmC
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
CAm
Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains
FC
The sheets of some other
CAm
Thrown at me so powerfully just like she throws
FC
With the arm of her brother
DmEm
But I want it, it's a crime
DmEmG
That she's not around most of the tim
CAm7C
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
CAm7C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
FAmEmAmC
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
CAm
Her fight and fury's fiery, oh, but she loves
FC
Like sleep to the freezing
CAm
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
FC
In the tide of her breathing
DmEm
And it's worth it, it's divine
DmEmG
I have this some of the time
CAm7C
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
CAm7C
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
FAmEmAm
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
End on C