This - Lisa Loeb

This is where I meet my muse, and it feeds me.

And this is how I buy the sun, and it feeds me.

This is why I burn this candle, I light it so that I can handle this.

You’re so still, you’re so safe,

Appear severe

You are so nonchalant.

So, I’m so still

And I’m, I’m so safe,

And I appear severe,

I am not.

This is where I meet my muse, and it feeds me.

And this is how I buy the sun, I buy the sun, and it feeds me.

And I told David I won’t die, and this is how I watch the sky.

This is why I burn this candle, I light it so that I can handle this.

You’re so still,

And you, and you save face.

And you try to erase all you feel inside.

So, I stand still,

And I, and I save face,

And I misplace all the feelings I can’t hide.

Of all the rooms I’ve loved before, it’s you I love inside this room.

And they test me, can I train my evil eyes to see like they do —

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes.

Of all the rooms I’ve loved before,

It’s you I love.

Sometimes

This is how I meet my muse.