Hozier is the king of this, and I send him a sparrow every day to wherever he eats dried-up twigs with his soft, bare hands as thanks.
Let there be hotels' complaints and grievances raised
In that kind of love...
Let there be damage ensued and tabloid news
In that kind of love
- Dinner and Diatribes
When the birds are heard again and they're singing
And once atrocity is hoarse from voice and shame
And when the earth is trembling on some new beginning
With the same sweet shock of when Adam first came
Be, be, be, be, be
- Be
There are questions I can't ask
Now at last, the worst is over
See the way you hold yourself
Reel against your body's borders
- To Be Alone
I'd be the last shred of truth
In the lost myth of true love
I'd be the sweet feeling of release
Mankind now dreams of
That's found in the last witness
Before the wave hits, marvelling at God
Before he feels alone one final time
And marries the sea
- Talk
Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I
Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet
Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile
Bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
- Angel of Small Death
Also, not Hozier, and not the best lyrically, but the best song-wise: