"It's not really poetry but it's pretty", he said As he raises his voice, she lowers her head "It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think Oh, Rose, you're sad, I suppose" But look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping She's lying there dead but she's breathing Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise I've heard energy in adversity, your smile, the soul of witchery You're not running away, you're not running, are you? Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page She's fearfully seething "Bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen You don't know what I need" You look in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping I'm lying there dead but I'm breathing And I'm barely balancing as it is And I don't want to drown in my dreams Bring me wild plums, wild plums and acrimony I bet you don't even know what that means Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise I've heard energy in adversity, your smile, the soul of witchery You're not running away, you're not running You're not running away, you're not running You're not running away, you're not running, are you? Gingerly peering, over his shoulder Removed herself from the room She's terribly freezing, she always knows When to go © MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; FURIOUS ROSE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com