Tác giả: Hozier
Ca sĩ: Hozier
Ca sĩ khác: Seafret
I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful. Toying somewhere between love and abuse. Calling to join them the wretched and joyful. Shaking the wings of their terrible youth. Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion. No more.
Tác giả: Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Ca sĩ: Hozier
I once kneeled in shaking thrill. I chase the memory of it still, of every chill. Chided by that silence of a hush sublime. Blind to the purpose of the brute divine. But you were mine. Staring in the blackness at some.
Tác giả: Hozier
Ca sĩ: Hozier
Our head was warm. My skin was soaked. I called your name 'til the fever broke. When I awoke. The moon still hung. The night so black that the darkness hummed. I raised myself. My legs were weak. I prayed my mind be.
Tác giả: Hozier
Ca sĩ: Hozier
When stunted hammers place with men my mere monstrosity. Alarms are struck I'm sure as shit by sheer atrocity. A cure I know that soothes the soul, the soul impossibly. A moment's silence when my baby puts her.
Tác giả: Hozier
Ca sĩ: Hozier
When I first saw you, the end was soon. To Bethlehem, it slouched and then. Must've caught a good look at you. Give your heart and soul to charity. 'Cause the rest of you, the best of you. Honey, belongs to.
Tác giả: Hozier & Mavis Staples
Ca sĩ: Hozier & Mavis Staples
It's not the wakin', it's the risin'. It is the groundin' of a foot uncompromisin'. It's not forgoin' of the lie. It's not the openin' of eyes. It's not the wakin', it's the risin'. It's not.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sĩ: Hozier
I couldn't utter my love when it counted. Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now. I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted. Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now. [Chorus.
Tác giả: Hozier
Ca sĩ: Hozier
Don't take this the wrong way. You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you. Only blue or black days. Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose. Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey,
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sĩ: Hozier
My lover's got humour. She's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval. I should've worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak. She is the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak.
Tác giả: Hozier
Ca sĩ: Hozier
Never feel too good in crowds. With folks around, when they're playing. The anthems of rape culture loud. Crude and proud creatures baying. All I've ever done is hide. From our times when you're near me. Honey, when you kill.