Lyrics:
Muse
Ahh
Ahh
Ooo
(call me by my name)
Feeling weak
Like your fires out
Ill be the light
to guide you now
Feed me all your
fears and doubts
But you might've guessed
By the way I'm stressin'
Knees are tremblin'
But it's suitable
For the way I feel about you
Yeah you're my muse
Baby you're my
House full of things
You got all these pictures
From another time another life
When you were young
You must have changed
Sink full of dishes
Photos
Starched white shirts, so neatly pressed by domestic muses
Feed delusions that everything is working out right
But your ribs can't withstand
No one's gonna bring me down
Mom said I remember, how lost you were
how blue you felt, before you got kissed by the Muse
Kissed by the Muse, kissed
You, oh you
Are still a beauty to behold
You've been my muse
Every story that I've told
Oh, take me back some years
To when we were young
Some people like to sunbathe by the concrete wall
Nature photos from our archive
but
With me he'll spend the rest of his life
Yes I have been forgiven
By all whom I've betrayed and loved
And I have everything I want
Is it
A montage of photographs the cutting
From photo to photo is
Pretty fast greek music is heard
Starting with: a close up of Mousebender
Who is
Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I can't see or feel, like a man been tainted
Numbed by the effect, aware of the muse
Too in touch with
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
she looked at me
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no)
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby
People always
a real musician
Frida drew the moon
I’m goin’ by Louise’s Church
She built in the city
Art of grace and style
That could make me smile
Talk to me
at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really
Wake up to your dreams
And watch them come true
I'll make you whisper my name
And never leave the room
Night and day, I'll be your muse
No other
the pool, she was swimmin' with Nikki Lane
She said, "Most men don't want a woman with a legacy, it's of age"
She said, "You can't be a muse and be happy,
with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
Oh, how I long to muse on the days
Lens, focus in
Show us where we been
We buy time, buy an hour at a time
We buy time by the hour
Spring tonic gin
Dandelion wine
Photo album
Lens, focus in
Show us where we been
We buy time, buy an hour at a time
We buy time by the hour
Spring tonic gin
Dandelion wine
Photo album
There were people on the sidewalks
Strolling down the avenues
They were sitting outside in cafes
We were looking for the muse
Well I was locked
with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
Oh, how I long to muse on the days
Riders in the twilight zone
The unknown
Leaving home
Riders in the twilight zone
And they speak to us as they go
Lyrics by Wil Hinkson
(C). Oh Keh
nobody knows
A panel left blank
On the board by the door
Old lovers that meet like before
So many voices
So many names
So many photos
In so many frames
Elle est la muse de mes photos
Toujours munie de son chapeau
De son joli manteau
De fourrure noire et de sabots
2 ans que je la connais
Ca fait
.jpg/300px-MuseBristol_050619-118_(48035812973).jpg "Muse")
Discuss these photos by muse Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In