Текст, перевод и аккорды “Furious Rose”
- its not really poetry, but its pretty, he said. As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. it makes my heart heavy, youre lonely, I think. Oh, rose, youre sad, I suppose. look in her bed and shes bound to be sleeping. Shes lying there dead. - no, shes breathing. Furious rose, with your opiate eyes, Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise Ive heard energy in adversity. Your smile: the soul of witchery. Youre not running away, Youre not running - are you? Lyrically longing, shes tearing the words from the page. Shes fearfully seething. bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen. - you dont know what I need. look in my bed and Im bound to be sleeping, Im lying there dead, but Im breathing. And Im barely balancing as it is, And I dont want to drown in my dreams Bring me wild plums and agrimony I bet you dont even know what that means. Furious rose with your opiate eyes, Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. Ive heard energy in adversity. Your smile: the soul of witchery. Youre not running away, Youre not running - are you? Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room. Shes terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.
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