In a special Childline appeal, Hozier performs “Take Me To Church” live on the The Late Late Show. Watch The Late Late Show live and on-demand from anywhere in the world at http://www.rte.ie/player The Late Late Show | Fridays | RTÉ One, 9:35pm Irish Time
was among the hundreds of guests at Áras an Uachtaráin, invited by President and Sabina Higgins for the official switching on of the Christmas lights. https://president.ie/en/diary/detai
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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.
The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare 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.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
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.
And it’s worth it, it’s divine I have this some of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
I still watch you when you’re groovin’ As if through water from the bottom of a pool You’re movin’ without movin’ And when you move, I’m moved You are a call to motion There, all of you a verb in perfect view Like Jonah on the ocean When you move, I’m moved
When you move I’m put to mind of all that I wanna be When you move I could never define all that you are to me
So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby
You are the rite of movement Its reasonin’ made lucid and cool I know it’s no improvement When you move, I move You’re less Polunin leapin’ Or Fred Astaire in sequins Honey, you, you’re Atlas in his sleepin’ And when you move, I’m moved
When you move I can recall somethin’ that’s gone from me When you move Honey, I’m put in awe of somethin’ so flawed and free
So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby So move me, baby Like you’ve nothin’ left to prove And nothin’ to lose Move me, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh baby, oh baby Move like grey skies Move like a bird of paradise Move like an odd sight come out at night
Move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby So move me, baby Like you’ve nothin’ left to lose And nothin’ to prove Move me, baby So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby