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 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

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh, oh

In leash-less confusion, I’ll wander the concrete

Wonder if 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