Текст Gabrielle Aplin – Let Me In

He doesn’t make your knees weak
He’s beautiful and bleak
He has a porcelain face
That cracks when he speaks

Your face is like an eagle
But your mind is like a crow
And boy i know you have opinions
But you don’t let them show
You’re a shelf of books without the pages
A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages

Locked up, locked up, locked up…

And if blood runs through your veins
Don’t you suppose it’s such a waste
To be composed in such a way
Just let me in…
Just let me in…

You write me letters
In a pen with no ink
And you have your own eyes
But you don’t dare blink
And you speak in words
Without a sentence
You’re the ghost that haunts me
Without a presence…
Without a presence…
Without a presence…

And if blood runs through your veins
Don’t you suppose it’s such a waste
To be composed in such a way?
Just let me in…
Just let me in…