Furious Rose — текст песни (Lisa Loeb)

its not really poetry, but its pretty, he said.

As he raises his voice, she lowers her head.

it makes my heart heavy, youre lonely, I think.

Oh, rose, youre sad, I suppose.

look in her bed and shes bound to be sleeping.

Shes lying there dead. - no, shes breathing.

Furious rose, with your opiate eyes,

Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise

Ive heard energy in adversity.

Your smile: the soul of witchery.

Youre not running away,

Youre not running - are you?

Lyrically longing, shes tearing the words from the page.

Shes fearfully seething.

bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen.

- you dont know what I need.

look in my bed and Im bound to be sleeping,

Im lying there dead, but Im breathing.

And Im barely balancing as it is,

And I dont want to drown in my dreams

Bring me wild plums and agrimony

I bet you dont even know what that means.

Furious rose with your opiate eyes,

Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.

Ive heard energy in adversity.

Your smile: the soul of witchery.

Youre not running away,

Youre not running - are you?

Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room.

Shes terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.