The Muse Lyrics - Emilie Autumn

Your eyes are raised to heaven 

When I'm sitting on the floor 

At your feet. What am I for? 

Do I create or just translate 

Between you and your mind 

The art you'll never find? 

And when your pen runs out of ink 

You'll close the book and with me 

Leave behind your memory 

Are you brilliant? Are you blind? 

Would you have nothing more to say 

If I ever flew away? 

In the end is it you, is it me? 

Do I have anything? What am I for? 

But when I walk out that door 

Your prayers are plenty when you have 

An empty page before you 

And still I may adore you 

For you take dictation better 

Than most poets true compose 

Your lines far surpass those 

You pray for what you know will come 

Your confidence is flattering 

But still it's quite another thing 

Compelled to inspire when to dream 

Is all you really understand 

The letters from your hand 

Will never quite belong to you 

And even then I only pray 

That when I leave you'll softly say 

"Goodbye."