Hozier - Cherry Wine (s l o w e d + r e v e r b)

[@paau132]

Nothing could have prepared me for this

[@hector4180]

For real

[@OO_sunflower_OO]

Omg I laughed at ur comment

[@OO_sunflower_OO]

😂😂why is this funnyyyy

[@MaeWoodland]

I didn't know this song could sound any sadder, but here we are.

[@avaximena4075]

I love how this song is constructed because I believe that it emphasize the meaning more. Notice how people keep coming back to this song even if the meaning behind it is traumatizing? Yep, because it sounds nice and addictive for some.

[@PrimrosePetals]

I'm not crying Definitely not crying

[@ImSoCoolGuise]

I definitely am

[@auroraaurora8750]

this was posted on my birthday.... best gift ever

[@SCP--sf3fu]

I'm late but happy birthday!

[@lemon_txart1165]

I'm late but happy birthday! 💞

[@sofianarciso1417]

*crying yourself to sleep (but make it vibes)

[@karishmalenin638]

I did that to myself every night while listening to this song. I can relate to this comment on a spiritual level

[@AceTIM06]

omg stoppppp..... your making me cry🥺

[@simrankathait2783]

I can not handle this intense energy.

[@benrusnak2077]

Me: finally beat depression *song starts* Me: why do i hear boss music

[@karishmalenin638]

this is sad and hilarious at the same time i-

[@user-dl7uz4op3v]

i felt this ❤

[@moirawareham7023]

BOSS MYSIC SJHSHSJSJD

[@lavven]

[Lyrics] 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.

[@alexisschwarz4037]

this song makes crying beautiful

[@alfonsojoaquinlopez7955]

Hauntingly Beautiful

[@ajmp40]

I'm surprised that this doesn't have more views bc this is beautiful

[@nicolecruz5939]

if you listen closely you can hear my heart shattering into a million pieces

[@jemimaneal7052]

Liam Payne but the L is silent🥰

[@iluvharrypotter1722]

omg genius

[@candiceatwater6316]

I like that you didn’t pitch down the audio when you slowed it. Please make more! (May I request “like real people do”?♥️)

[@blue_0165]

This version makes me feel even more sad than the original.

[@joanacarolina8418]

Spain but the S is silent 😌❤❤

[@karishmalenin638]

:')

[@Denisseg02]

I didn't know that I needed this

[@haileymills6897]

The ten dislikes were people that clicked the wrong button cuz their tears blurred their vision too much.

[@thinkless3102]

Beautiful

[@sleepyheadIllinois]

Lyrics : 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.

[@clareruszkowski2587]

no song by Hozier will ever compare to cherry wine :')

[@LeviHolland16]

You know it's sad when you physically feel the pain of it

[@jonahibanez8818]

Lyrics 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.

[@xxXXiNicoleXXxx]

My heart…

[@sydneecho7500]

ouch

[@ameliaxgarland]

right

[@not_cjalt]

Hello young Dio.

[@senia7316]

I hope you're okey

[@riyakaushal4736]

I jus wanna cry

[@cjbarrow]

This song made me ugly cry

[@gracieclark1663]

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.

[@faithonwumere4204]

Cherry Wine Hozier 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.

[@numberstreet3othboyqt758]

Will I ever be worth it to someone

[@overaxhd5030]

a cuántos BPM los bajaste ?

[@brlrss]

[@mariamikaella1796]

[@atlasmak93]

Check out my slowed and pitched down acoustic version of this same song

[@shaimastr]

I can’t find it

[@maviestl4375]

Can’t find it :( I really wanna use it for a cover

[@13eyondspac3]

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.

[@jam-yh3bl]

ouch