Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier

When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died with me When I was a child, I'd sit for hours Staring into open flame Something in it had a power Could barely tear my eyes away All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash When I was 16, my senses fooled me Thought gasoline was on my clothes I knew that something would always rule me I knew the scent was mine alone All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash When I was a man I thought it ended When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash

Tears that angels cry And they darken all the sky When the one you love says good-bye Tears that angels cry Sing a lullabye Sing it soft and only sigh When the one you love says good-bye Sing a lullabye When your love still is strong When the one you love is gone

I'm starvin', darlin' Let me put my lips to something Let me wrap my teeth around the world Start carvin', darlin' I wanna smell the dinner cooking I wanna feel the edges start to burn Honey I, wanna race you to the table If you hesitate, the gettin' is gone I won't lie, if there's something to be gained There's money to be made, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young You can't buy this fineness Let me see the heat get to you Let me watch the dressing start to peel It's a kindness, highness Crumbs enough for everyone Old and young are welcome to the meal Honey I'm, makin' sure the table's made We can celebrate, the good that we've done I won't lie, if there's something still to take There is ground to break, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young