Cherry Wine - Willow Robinson
Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the 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 momma don't fuss over me
Way she tells me l'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or close fist would be fine
Blood is red and sweet as cherry wine
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother
But I want it it's a crime
That she's not around most of the time
Way she tells me l'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or close fist would be fine
Blood is red and sweet as cherry wine
And her fight and fury is 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
It's worth it it's divine
I have some of this some of the time
Way she tells me l'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or close fist would be fine
Ohh blood is red and sweet as cherry wine
Blood is red and sweet as cherry wine
Blood is red and sweet as cherry wine
