Let Me In - Gabrielle Aplin

He doesn’t make your knee 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,

and you stare just like a statue

as I break down and cry.

Your face is like an eagle,

but your mind is like a crow.

and boy I know you have opinions,

but you don’t let them show.

You’re a shelf of books with out the pages,

a wealth of thoughts locked up in cages.

So 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…

So 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…