Lyrics Angel Of Small Death And The Codeine Scene Hozier

I watched 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 youth. Freshly disowned, in some frozen devotion, No more alone or myself could I be, Lurched like a stray to the arms that 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 fetor and fertile, It's 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. In leash-less confusion I wander the concrete, Wonder how better now having survived, The jarring of judgement and reason's 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 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.