He doesn't make your knees weak
He's beautiful and bleak
He has a porcelain face that cracks when he speaks
I go to start a conversation but I, get no reply
Instead you stare like a statue as I, break down and cry
Your face is like an eagle, but your mind's like a crow
And boy, I know you have opinions, but you don't let them show
You're a shelf of books, without the pages
A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages
Locked up, locked up, locked up...
And if blood runs through your veins
Don't you suppose it's such a waste?
To be composed in such a way...
Just let me in...
You write me letters in a pen with no ink
And you have your own eyes but you don't dare blink
You speak in words without a sentence
You're the ghost that haunts me without a presence
Without a presence, without a presence...
And if blood runs through your veins
Don't you suppose it's such a waste?
To be composed in such a way...
Just let me in...
Just let me in...