AngelOfSmallDeathTheCodeineScene

Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene - Hozier

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 youths

Freshly dissolved

In some frozen devotion

No more alone

Or myself could I be

Looks like a strain to the arms

It were open

No shortage of sordid

No protest from me

With her sweetened breath

And her tongue so mean

She's the angel of small death

And the codeine scene

With her straw-blonde hair

Her arms hard and lean

She's the angel of small death

And the codeine scene

Feeling more human

And hooked on her flesh I

Lay my heart down

With the rest at her feet

Fresh from the fields

All feeder and fur tires

Bloody and raw

But I swear it is sweet

With her sweetened breath

And her tongue so mean

She's the angel of small death

And the codeine scene

With her straw-blonde hair

Her arms hard and lean

She's the angel of small death

And the codeine scene

And lease this confusion

I'll wander the concrete

Wonder if better

Now having survived

Jarring of judgement

And reasons defeat

The sweet heat of her breath

In my mouth I'm alive

With her sweetened breath

And her tongue so mean

She's the angel of small death

And the codeine scene

With her straw-blonde hair

Her arms hard and lean

She's the angel of small death

And the codeine scene

With her sweetened breath

And her tongue so mean

She's the angel of small death