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Music is Therapy


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.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Andrew Hozier Byrne

Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited


Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited


Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited


Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited


Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited


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.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Andrew Hozier Byrne
