Furious Rose lyrics

Song information

Artist: Lisa Loeb
Album: The Very Best Of Lisa Loeb

Lyrics

"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. - 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