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