As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

Easily the most lyrically poetic thing you’ll hear this year, an eloquent masterclass of heart swelling musicianship from Hozier.

I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now
I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now

Songwriter: Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Shrike Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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