The Muse - Laura Marling

God's work is plans

I stand here with a man

That talked to me so candidly

More than you need to

My lips once roosed

I feel again the blues of longing

Ever longing to be confused

He wrote me a letter

Saying he would love me better

When my poor sons begetter the rules

Spoke of love like hunger

He at once was younger

Younger ever younger in my hunger for a muse

Finest man

That I've seen ever since my eyes have been

But his honesty did gleam me blind

Keep those thoughts from sight

Follow me into the night

And you can call on me when you need the light

You know what I need

Why won't you giveth me

Must I fall down at your feet and plead

Don't you be scared of me

I'm nothing but the beast

And I'll call on you when I need to feast