startsWhat a waste to say the heart could feel

1: not the waking, it's the risingIt is the

AmenAmenTake me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine

Hozier the giggle-she's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's-knows

lover's got humourShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapprovalI

moved with shameless wonderThe perfect creature rarely seenSince some

tired trying to see from behind the red in

take this the wrong wayYou knew who I was

all things housed in her silenceNature offers a violenceThe bear

a child, it was the place namesSingin' at me

eyes and words are so icyOh, but she burnsLike

ah, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah, ah, ah, ahAh, ah, ah, ah-ah-ah,

think I’d give upThat this this might have shook

Mon amour a le sens de l'humourElle est celle qui rit

had a thought, dear, however scaryAbout that night, the

not the waking, it's the risingIt is the grounding

can't work you outAre you thinkin' 'bout somethin' better?Holdin'

two, 1: the sound of it that

1: Barbra first time, ever I saw your faceI

hm, hmHm, hmHm, hmHm, hm, hmHm, hmHm, workin'