Foreigner's God
HOZIER · Hozier 2014 · Track 12 of 17
Written by Hozier
She moved with shameless wonder The perfect creature rarely seen Since some liar brought the thunder When the land was godless and free
Her eyes look sharp and steady Into the empty parts of me But still my heart is heavy With the hate of some other man's beliefs
Always a well dressed fraud Who wouldn't spare the rod Never for me
Screaming the name of a foreigner's God [x3] The purest expression of grief
Wondering who I copy Mustering some tender charm She feels no control of her body She feels no safety in my arms
I've no language left to say it But all I do is quake to her Breaking if I try convey it The broken love I make to her
All that I've been taught And every word I've got Is foreign to me
[x3:] Screaming the name of a foreigner's God [x3] The purest expression of grief