小鞭炮(Firecracker)

Lisa Loeb( 麗莎洛普 ) 小鞭炮(Firecracker)專輯

6.Furious Rose

Lyrics:Lisa Loeb
Music:Lisa Loeb

'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, your'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 you 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 no 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.
Your not running away,
your not running - are you?

Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the
room.
She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.