LISA LOEB - Furious Rose lyrics

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'it's not really poetry, but it's pretty,' he said.<br>As he raises his voice, she lowers her head.<br>'it makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think.<br>Oh, rose, you're sad, I suppose.'<br>'look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping.<br>She's lying there dead. - no, she's breathing.'<br>Furious rose, with your opiate eyes,<br>Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise<br>I've heard energy in adversity.<br>Your smile: the soul of witchery.<br>You're not running away,<br>You're not running - are you? <br>Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page.<br>She's fearfully seething.<br>'bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen.<br>- you don't know what I need.'<br>'look in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping,<br>I'm lying there dead, but I'm breathing.<br>And I'm barely balancing as it is,<br>And I don't want to drown in my dreams<br>Bring me wild plums and agrimony<br>I bet you don't even know what that means.'<br>Furious rose with your opiate eyes,<br>Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.<br>I've heard energy in adversity.<br>Your smile: the soul of witchery.<br>You're not running away,<br>You're not running - are you? <br>Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room.<br>She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.