MOG

She's fearfully seething
She's terribly freezing, she always knows

Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes
You're not running away, you're not running, are you?

You look in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping

Gingerly peering, over his shoulder

I bet you don't even know what that means
"Bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen
Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise
Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes
You're not running away, you're not running, are you?
Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page
You don't know what I need"

Removed herself from the room
She's lying there dead but she's breathing
But look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping
I've heard energy in adversity, your smile, the soul of witchery
Oh, Rose, you're sad, I suppose"
Bring me wild plums, wild plums and acrimony
And I don't want to drown in my dreams
Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise
And I'm barely balancing as it is
"It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think
I'm lying there dead but I'm breathing
You're not running away, you're not running
You're not running away, you're not running
I've heard energy in adversity, your smile, the soul of witchery