add to My Songs Translate Email Print

Arabic Bulgarian Catalan Chinese Croatian Czech Danish Dutch English Filipino Finnish French German Greek Hebrew Hindi Indonesian Italian Japanese Korean Latvian Lithuanian Norwegian Polish Portuguese Romanian Russian Serbian Slovenian Slovak Spanish Swedish Ukrainian Vietnamese to Select language Arabic Bulgarian Catalan Chinese Croatian Czech Danish Dutch English Filipino Finnish French German Greek Hebrew Hindi Indonesian Italian Japanese Korean Latvian Lithuanian Norwegian Polish Portuguese Romanian Russian Serbian Slovenian Slovak Spanish Swedish Ukrainian Vietnamese [x]

Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
'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.''look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping.She's lying there dead. - no, she's breathing.'Furious rose, with your opiate eyes,Your languorous hum, that tone of surpriseI'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 dreamsBring me wild plums and agrimonyI 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 shoulder, removed herself from the room.She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.