Loeb Lisa Furious Rose Lyrics

Furious Rose Lyrics

"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said
As he raises his voice,
she lowers her head.
"It makes my heart heavey, you're lonely, I
think.
Oh Rose, you're sad, I suppose."
"Look in her bed and she's bound
to be sleeping
She's lying there dead. - Now, 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."
"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 and agrimony
- 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 - are
you?
Gingerly peering over his shoulders, removed herself from the
room.
She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.