Their Dead Poetry - Nebelhexe

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