CHERRY WINE IS OWNED AND SUNG BY HOZIER THIS SONG IS NOT MINE. THE EDITING WAS DONE BY ME. I got a ton of positive feedback on the first video I did so this is basically the same thing enjoy! instagram: @loonz.k Tiktok: @theloonz
thank you so much update: So my grandpa died today. The lines "It's worth it, it's divine." make me think about him telling me that from heaven, that his pilgrimage was worth it, and that heaven is divine. Anyway, goodnight, I love you, and Jesus loves you
This song is there for me in every situation. Anxiety/panic attacks, sleep, stress, studying, relaxing, nostalgia. This time? Bf fainting on the phone and me freaking out. 💙
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.
was all over the place trying to cope with freaking anxiety and constantly failing, untill this video. thank you for this beauty from the bottom of my heart
in a very big hozier phase rn because of his new album, but I came across this and it straight up brought tears to my eyes, and I'm not someone who cries easily. thank you for this.
Thank you for puting this master piece in such a soothing format. Despite the mesage engaged on it, I might say this audio it's the most close realization to my deepest fantasy about Hozier.
I know it’s been some time since anything was active on here and if I express any gratitude for this I am. Even if no one reads this, itll feel good to leave it here. I just wanted to say, this is beautiful. Like really, insanely, purely, just beautiful. Glad to have stumbled upon it at least once in this life.
Dratt Mackett.. i miss your fire.. i think of you and always will.. i love you and always will.. im not alone with those feelings.. the women that loved you find comfort talking to each other.. i wish i could find strength enough to call your mother.. i was left so broken and broken hearted.. i dont think i could handle her heartache on top of mine.. 🐣🐤🐥🪽
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.
Her eyes and words are so icy 0h 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, 0h 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 brothere 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.
