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