C# A#m 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 A#m F# C# I walk my days on a wire D#m Fm It looks ugly, but itʼs clean D#m Fm G# Oh mamma, donʼt fuss over me C# A#m7 C# The way she tells me Iʼm hers and she is mine C# A#m7 C# Open hand or closed fist would be fine F# A#m Fm A#m C# But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine C# A#m Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains F# C# The sheets of some other C# A#m Thrown at me so powerfully just like she throws F# C# With the arm of her brother D#m Fm But I want it, itʼs a crime D#m Fm G# That sheʼs not around most of the tim C# A#m7 C# The way she tells me Iʼm hers and she is mine C# A#m7 C# Open hand or closed fist would be fine F# A#m Fm A#m C# But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine C# A#m Her fight and furyʼs fiery, oh, but she loves F# C# Like sleep to the freezing C# A#m Sweet and right and merciful, Iʼm all but washed F# C# In the tide of her breathing D#m Fm And itʼs worth it, itʼs divine D#m Fm G# I have this some of the time C# A#m7 C# The way she tells me Iʼm hers and she is mine C# A#m7 C# Open hand or closed fist would be fine F# A#m Fm A#m But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine C#
