Hozier - Unheard Album Lyrics

It can't be said I'm an early bird
It's ten o'clock before I say a word
Baby, I can never tell
How do you sleep so well?

You keep telling me to live right
To go to bed before the daylight
But then you wake up for the sunrise
You know you don't gotta pretend
Baby, now and then

Don't you just wanna wake up
Dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire
Lost in a haze?
If you're drunk on life, babe
I think it's great
But while in this world

I think I'll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You're too sweet for me
You're too sweet for me
I take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You're too sweet for me
You're too sweet for me

I aim low
I aim true, and the ground's where I go
I work late where I'm free from the phone
And the job gets done
But you worry some, I know

But who wants to live forever, babe?
You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate
The rest of you like you're the TSA
I wish I could go along
Babe, don't get me wrong

You know you're bright as the morning
As soft as the rain
Pretty as a vine
As sweet as a grape
You can sit in a barrel
Maybe I'll wait
Until that day

I'd rather take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You're too sweet for me
You're too sweet for me
I take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You're too sweet for me
You're too sweet for me

I take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You're too sweet for me
You're too sweet for me

Sun comin' up on a dream come around
One hundred years from the empire now
Sun comin' up on a world that's easy now
One hundred years from
One hundred years from

Sun comin' up on a dream come around
One hundred years from the empire now
Sun comin' up on a world that's easy now
One hundred years from
One hundred years from

After all, darling, I wouldn't sell the world
The way that things are turning
If it falls, I would hold on for all it's worth
The future's so bright it's burnin'

Sun comin' up on a dream come around
One hundred years from the empire now
Sun comin' up on a world that's easy now
One hundred years from
One hundred years from

The martyrs of our revolution
Their spinning caused the earth to shake
The problem brought it's own solution
They power now the world we've made

After all, darling, I wouldn't sell the world
For all the gold or sterling
If it falls, I would hold on for all it's worth
The future's so bright it's burnin'

Sun comin' up on a dream come around
One hundred years from the empire now
Sun comin' up on a world that's easy now
One hundred years from
One hundred years from

I, I wouldn't fare well
And I, I couldn't fare well
Hedgehog-under-a-van-wheel kind of wouldn't fare well
Out here trying to feel good again

And I, I wouldn't fare well
A kitten-cozy-in-the-engine type of wouldn't fare well
A dog-deep-into-the-chocolate kind of wouldn't fare well
Out here trying to feel good again

I'll take any high
Any glazing of the eyes
Any solitary pleasure that was sorrow in disguise
Let the sun only shine on me through a falling sky
I'll be alright

Joy, disaster, come unbound here
I'll deny me none while I'm allowed
With all things above the ground

And I, I wouldn't fare well
A whale-swimming-up-Sumida-Gawa wouldn't fare well
Critic-hoping-to-be-remembered wouldn't fare well
Out here trying to feel good again

I'll take any high
Any glazing of the eyes
Any solitary pleasure that was sorrow in disguise
Let the sun only shine on me through a falling sky
I'll be alright

Joy, disaster, come unbound here
I'll deny me none while I'm allowed
With all things above the ground

Springtime in the country
Each time, I'm shocked by the light
The world lying fallow
And you are apart from me
Everything in my vision is movement and life
Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley

Springtime in the country
I can smell summer on its breath
Low and harrowed lie the fields and the heart of me
Everything in my vision, departure and death
Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley

(The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
(Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
(The diggers are digging the earth)
Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
(I feel as) useful as dirt
Put my body to work
Mmh (ooh), mmh (ooh)

Springtime in the city
The canal banks are empty again
The grass crying out to be heated by bodies
The streets for the laughter of young women and men
Canal boat and trolley
Wildflower and barley

(The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
(Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
(The diggers are digging the earth)
Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
(I feel as) useful as dirt
Unreal unearth

(The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
(Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
(The diggers are digging the earth)
Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
(I feel as) useful as dirt
Put my body to work
Mmh (ooh), mmh (ooh)

Springtime from my window
Another month has not much longer now
The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening
With all things God allows remain above ground
Like grief and sweet memory
Wildflower and barley