Lyrics Lisa Loeb – Furious Rose

«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 but she’s breathing.»

Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes.
Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
I’ve heard energy and 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.»

«You 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, wild plums and agrimony
Oh, I, I bet you don’t even know what that means. No.»

Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes.
And your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
I’ve heard the energy in adversity.
Your smile: the soul of witchery.
You’re not running away,
You’re not running, oh.
You’re not running away,
You’re not running, oh.

Gingerly peering over his shoulder, removed herself from the room.
She’s terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.