Тональность

 
C                                      Am
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
Am         F         C
I walk my days on a wire

Dm             Em
   It looks ugly, but it's clean
Dm                 Em       G
   Oh mamma, don't fuss over me

C                         Am7         C
 The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C                    Am7            C
 Open hand or closed fist would be fine
      F       Am       Em        Am        C
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

  C                                          Am
Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains
      F             C
The sheets of some other
  C                                        Am
Thrown at me so powerfully just like she throws
          F         C
With the arm of her brother

Dm             Em
   But I want it, it's a crime
Dm                       Em          G
   That she's not around most of the tim

C                         Am7         C
 The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C                    Am7            C
 Open hand or closed fist would be fine
      F       Am       Em        Am        C
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

     C                                    Am
Her fight and fury's fiery, oh, but she loves
       F           C
Like sleep to the freezing
 C                                         Am
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
        F           C
In the tide of her breathing

Dm                 Em
   And it's worth it, it's divine
Dm             Em            G
   I have this some of the time

C                         Am7         C
 The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C                    Am7            C
 Open hand or closed fist would be fine
      F       Am       Em        Am
But blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

End on C