Lisa Loeb - Furious Rose Lyrics
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 surpriseIve 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 dreamsBring me wild plums and agrimonyI 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.
