rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:
iād suffer hell if youād tell me what youād do to me tonight
heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive
iād be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came
every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside
the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen
if I was born as a blackthorn tree iād wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies
some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do
before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea
betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight
i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me
screaming the name of a foreignerās god; the purest expression of grief
sweet and right and merciful, iām all but washed in the tide of her breathing
but you donāt know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how iām imagining you
my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ātil the fever broke
be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking
remember me, love, when iām reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
true but how could you forget:
my peace has always been dependent, on all the ashes in my wake
Iām somewhere outside my life, babe, I keep scratching but somehow I canāt get in
And the nights were as dark as my baby, And half as beautiful too
lemme just add
true that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me, that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree
if secrets were like seeds, then iām lying on the marble marvel of the flowers you have made
why would make out in words a cage for your own bird, when it sings so sweet the screaming, heaving fuckery of the world
