Testo Their Dead Poetry

She makes her appearance

Never unnoticed

Heads turn, egos twitching

They want to see her play the part


Oh what a woman

Something that is so disturbing

They love the muse in her

Wishing for a girl like her



Oh, how fascinating you are

So beautiful
So entertaining

You make me laugh

And you had me thinking



Oh, never met someone like you

Their drama wants a girl like me

Feeding their dead poetry



In their stories, in songs

They make her come alive

Songs of passion and wild girls

Empty words

But hey, they want to fantasize



Simplicity

Is haunting their daily lives

Catch her like a butterfly

Strangling the muse within her



Oh, how fascinating you are

Too mystical

Too intriguing...

You make me laugh

And you had me thinking



Oh, never had a girl like you

Fading is the muse in her

All alone in her empty house of dreams



What a weird girl... living in her own world

What a weird girl... and you can't reach her

All alone in her empty house of dreams