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...