Lies and words are so icy Oh, but she burns like rum on a fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire It looks ugly, but it's clean Oh, mama, don't fuss over me Way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist, we'll be fine The blood is red and sweet like cherry wine Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stands The sheets of some other thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arms of her brother But I want it, it's a crime That she's not around most of the time Way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist, we'll be fine The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine Her fight and fury's fiery Oh, but she loves like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time Way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist, we'll be fine The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine