Let Me In - Gabrielle Aplin (加布里埃尔·阿普林)

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

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

Without a presence

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

Just let me in

Just let me in