Furious Rose lyrics

`It`s not really poetry, but its 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 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 shoulder, removed herself from the room.
She`s terribly freezing, she always knows when to go