Hozier
- Jackie and Wilson
She's gonna save me, call me baby, and run her hands through my hair. She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, but better yet she wouldn't care. We'll steal her Lexus and be detectives, drive 'round picking up clues. We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson - raise them on rhythm and blues.
Hozier
- Work Song
My baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me. When I was kissing on my baby, and she put her love down soft and sweet, in the low candle light I was free - Heaven and Hell were words to me.
Hozier
- All Things End
When people say that something is forever, either way, it ends. And all things end. All that we intend is scrawled in sand. Or slips right through our hands. And just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans when we begin again.
