taken from hozier’s first album & his ep from eden. feel free to change pronouns, etc!
‘ you’re the giggle at a funeral. ’
‘ i should’ve worshiped you sooner. ’
‘ if the heavens ever did speak, you’re the last true mouthpiece. ’
‘ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ’
‘ i was born sick, but i love it. ’
‘ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ’
‘ i’ll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife. ’
‘ let me give you my life. ’
‘ if i’m a pagan of the good times, my lover’s the sunlight. ’
‘ that looks tasty. ’
‘ there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. ’
ANGEL OF SMALL DEATH & THE CODEINE SCENE
‘ we’re shaking the wings of our terrible youths. ’
‘ i lurched like a stray to the arms that were open. ’
‘ with your sweetened breath and your tongue so mean, you’re the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ’
‘ i lay my heart down with the rest at your feet. ’
‘ it’s bloody and raw, but i swear it is sweet. ’
‘ so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. ’
‘ you found me just in time. ’
‘ i never felt young. ’
‘ you’re gonna save me. ’
‘ call me ‘baby,’ run your hands through my hair. ’
‘ we’ll steal a lexus, be detectives, ride around picking up clues. ’
‘ it’d be great to find a place we could escape to sometime. ’
‘ i’m happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust. ’
‘ i tried the world; good god, it wasn’t for me. ’
‘ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ’
‘ would things be easier if there was a right way? there is no right way. ’
‘ i fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new. ’
‘ there’s an art to life’s distraction. ’
‘ some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else; i guess any thrill will do. ’
‘ i never feel to good in crowds with folks around. ’
‘ all i’ve ever done is hide. ’
‘ when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ’
‘ you don’t know what hell you put me through. ’
‘ it feels good to be alone with you. ’
‘ now at last the worst is over. ’
‘ i know you hate this place. not a trace of me would argue. ’
‘ we should run away. ’
‘ there’s something tragic about you. ’
‘ there’s something so magic about you. ’
‘ there’s something lonesome about you - something so wholesome about you. ’
‘ get closer to me. ’
‘ you’re familiar. ’
‘ idealism sits in prison; chivalry fell on its sword. ’
‘ innocence died screaming - ask me, i should know. ’
‘ i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door. ’
‘ there’s something wretched about this. ’
‘ there’s something so precious about this. ’
‘ to the strand, a picnic planned for you and me - a rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree. ’
‘ i have never known peace. ’
‘ i have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ’
‘ we’ll lay here for years or for hours - thrown here or found, to freeze or to thaw - so long we become the flowers. ’
‘ they’d find us in a week. ’
‘ i’d be home with you. ’
‘ i have never known colours like this morning reveals to me. ’
‘ you haven’t moved an inch; such that i would not know if you sleep always like this, the flesh calmly growing cold. ’
‘ just a little rush, babe, to feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me. ’
‘ my veins are busy, but my heart’s in atrophy. ’
‘ you and i, nursing on a poison that never stung - our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it. ’
‘ free and young, and we can feel none of it. ’
‘ i’m somewhere outside my life. i keep scratching, but somehow i can’t get in. ’
‘ i’m a slave to any semblance of touch. ’
‘ i should cool it, but i love it too much. ’
‘ don’t you stand there watching, won’t you come and save me? ’
‘ don’t you join in, you’re supposed to drag me away from it. ’