[00:26]"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said [00:30]As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. [00:35]"It makes my heart heavey, you're lonely, I think. [00:38]Oh Rose, you're sad, I suppose." [00:44]"Look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping [00:48]She's lying there dead. - Now, she's breathing." [01:05]Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes, [01:09]your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. [01:13]I've heard energy in adversity [01:15]Your smile, the soul of witchery. [01:19]You're not running away, [01:22]you're not running - are you? [01:32]Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page. [01:40]She's fearfully seething. [01:42]"Bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen. [01:47]- You don't know what I need." [01:51]"Look in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping, [01:55]I'm lying there dead, but I'm breathing." [02:02]And I'm barely balancing as it is, [02:06]and I don't want to drown in my dreams. [02:11]Bring me wild plums and agrimony [02:16]- I bet you don't even know what that means. [02:21]Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes, [02:25]your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. [02:30]I've heard energy in adversity [02:32]Your smile, the soul of witchery. [02:35]You're not running away, [02:37]You're not running [02:39]You're not running away, [02:42]You're not running , [02:44]You're not running away, [02:47]You're not running [02:48]are you? [02:58]Gingerly peering over his shoulders, removed herself from the room. [03:09]She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.
[00:26]"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said [00:30]As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. [00:35]"It makes my heart heavey, you're lonely, I think. [00:38]Oh Rose, you're sad, I suppose." [00:44]"Look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping [00:48]She's lying there dead. - Now, she's breathing." [01:05]Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes, [01:09]your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. [01:13]I've heard energy in adversity [01:15]Your smile, the soul of witchery. [01:19]You're not running away, [01:22]you're not running - are you? [01:32]Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page. [01:40]She's fearfully seething. [01:42]"Bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen. [01:47]- You don't know what I need." [01:51]"Look in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping, [01:55]I'm lying there dead, but I'm breathing." [02:02]And I'm barely balancing as it is, [02:06]and I don't want to drown in my dreams. [02:11]Bring me wild plums and agrimony [02:16]- I bet you don't even know what that means. [02:21]Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes, [02:25]your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. [02:30]I've heard energy in adversity [02:32]Your smile, the soul of witchery. [02:35]You're not running away, [02:37]You're not running [02:39]You're not running away, [02:42]You're not running , [02:44]You're not running away, [02:47]You're not running [02:48]are you? [02:58]Gingerly peering over his shoulders, removed herself from the room. [03:09]She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.
