Lisa Loeb Furious Rose song 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