Jackie and Wilson - Hozier

And who are you, the proud lord said That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat That's all the truth I know In a coat of gold or a coat of red A lion still has claws And mine are long and sharp, my lord As long and sharp as yours And so he spoke, and so he spoke That lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear And so he spoke, and so he spoke That lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear

I'll be your whisper in the wind In the moonlight dancin on your skin And like a son I'll come back again To pull you close and draw you in I'll be your shelter in the rain And a shooting star to take your pain The common heat of a burning flame The best kind of love on a ledge of sane And I oooh Standin in the way of any harm that's on you And if you mind us tellin you lies I'll be the truth To the song that makes you feel better Leading you home through all the bad weather Peace in the night I'll keep you forever Baby I'll be your Dreamcatcher When your lost and your feeling all alone I'll be the north that points you home And the southern comfort in your bones And when it's hard to stand I'll be your strong And I oooh Standin in the way of any harm that's on you And if you mind us tellin you lies I'll be the truth To the song that makes you feel better Leading you home through all the bad weather Peace in the night I'll keep you forever Baby I'll be your Dreamcatcher And I oooh Standin in the way of any harm that's on you And if you mind us tellin you lies I'll be the truth To the song that makes you feel better Leading you home through all the bad weather Peace in the night I'll keep you forever Baby I'll be your Dreamcatcher Baby I'll be your Dreamcatcher

Grandmas turning 92 Thats a lot of years ahead of you So, listen close to what I say Cause Grandmas feeling old today She said, I cant believe Im sitting here Old as I am, never been stoned Ive waited too damn long So bring it on Grandmas gonna fly So, I rolled it up and I passed it around Grandma smoked the whole thing down Said she was making up for wasted ground Too many times she turned it down She said, you live your life until its gone And the things you never try just slip away Til theyre gone too Ive waited too damn long So bring it on Grandmas gonna fly And as she talked about the old days Said some things that blew my mind Said you aint seen a thing Til youve seen Grandma getting high Mmm-mm-mmm Grandma didnt have much time left But she made use of every breath And I swear she smiled before she left And I watched the world fall off her chest Mmm-mm-mmm And as the gates of heaven of heaven opened wide She slipped over to the other side She was singin, yeah yeah Ive waited too damn long So bring it on Grandmas gonna fly Ive waited too damn long So bring it on Grandmas gonna fly

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour