let me in
Gabrielle Aplin Lyrics

He doesn't make your knee weak,
He doesn't give you butterflies or make you feel all giddy inside,

he's beautiful and bleak.
He's attractive in a sad, gloomy, or lifeless way.

He has a porcelain face,
He has a smooth and delicate-looking face,

that cracks when he speaks.
But when he talks, it reveals the imperfections and vulnerabilities underneath.

I go to start a conversation but I,
I attempt to engage with him verbally, yet I,

get no reply,
Receive no response or feedback from him.

and you stare just like a statue
You look at him unmoving, unresponsive, or with a blank expression like a statue,

as I break down and cry.
As I become overwhelmed with emotion and start to cry.

Your face is like an eagle,
Your visage resembles an eagle,

but your mind is like a crow.
But your thoughts or personality are associated with a crow -- a scavenger bird often linked with death and negativity.

and boy i know you have opinions,
And I know that you have beliefs or viewpoints,

but you don't let them show.
But you keep them to yourself or don't express them outwardly.

You're a shelf of books with out the pages,
You're like a bookshelf that has no contents or information,

a wealth of thoughts locked up in cages.
But you have a wealth of ideas, insights or perceptions that you don't share or reveal.

So if blood runs through your veins,
If you're human like me and have blood flowing through your veins,

don't you suppose it's such a waste
Don't you think it's a pity or a tragedy

to be composed in such a way?
To have such a closed or guarded personality, instead of being open to others and to life.

Just let me in...
Please, allow me to get closer to you or have access to your thoughts and emotions.

You write me letters
You send me written messages or communications

in a pen with no ink.
In writing that is invisible, nonexistent or meaningless.

and you have your own eyes,
And you have your own way of seeing things,

but you don't dare blink.
But you don't allow yourself to show vulnerability, weakness, or hesitation.

You speak in words,
You talk or communicate,

without a sentence.
But you don't convey a coherent message, story or intention.

you're the ghost that haunts me,
You're the memory or the presence that continues to affect me,

without a presence...
But you're not actually here with me, and I can't connect with you.