"Its not really poetry, but its pretty," he said
As he raises his voice, she lowers her head.
"It makes my heart heavey, youre lonely, I think.
Oh Rose, youre sad, I suppose."
"Look in her bed and shes bound to be sleeping
Shes lying there dead. - Now, 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
Youre not running away,
Youre not running ,
Youre not running away,
Youre not running
are you?
Gingerly peering over his shoulders, removed herself from the room.
Shes terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.
编辑于2008/05/23更新

Furious歌词

Z-Trip

简介：

[ti:Furious Rose]
[ar:Lisa Loeb]
[al:Firecracker]
[by:zhenhai]

Artist: Lisa Loeb
Album : Firecracker (1997)
Song : Furious Rose
[00:26]\"Its not really poetry, but its pretty,\" he said
[00:30]As he raises his voice, she lowers her head.
[00:35]\"It makes my heart heavey, youre lonely, I think.
[00:38]Oh Rose, youre sad, I suppose.\"
[00:44]\"Look in her bed and shes bound to be sleeping
[00:48]Shes lying there dead. - Now, shes breathing.\"
[01:05]Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes,
[01:09]your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
[01:13]Ive heard energy in adversity
[01:15]Your smile, the soul of witchery.
[01:19]Youre not running away,
[01:22]youre not running - are you?
[01:32]Lyrically longing, shes tearing the words from the page.
[01:40]Shes fearfully seething.
[01:42]\"Bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen.
[01:47]- You dont know what I need.\"
[01:51]\"Look in my bed and Im bound to be sleeping,
[01:55]Im lying there dead, but Im breathing.\"
[02:02]And Im barely balancing as it is,
[02:06]and I dont want to drown in my dreams.
[02:11]Bring me wild plums and agrimony
[02:16]- I bet you dont even know what that means.
[02:21]Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes,
[02:25]your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
[02:30]Ive heard energy in adversity
[02:32]Your smile, the soul of witchery.
[02:35]Youre not running away,
[02:37]Youre not running
[02:39]Youre not running away,
[02:42]Youre not running ,
[02:44]Youre not running away,
[02:47]Youre not running
[02:48]are you?
[02:58]Gingerly peering over his shoulders, removed herself from the room.
[03:09]Shes terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.
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