[Verse 1] She tiptoes in so quietly, (often uninvited) but when you long for her, (she stays in hiding) As light as wings of a moth in flight, (a moth in flight) I take the gift with humble heart, (from skies so high) [Chorus 1] Sometimes she sits on your mind, so heavy (quietly staring, quietly glaring) grumpy like a toad on a stony levee (like a toad on a stone) She won’t give you a moment of peace (not even slightly) poking and prodding with every step you take (on every step, she pokes and breaks) [Verse 2] Other times, she softly brushes your brow (a memory's kiss) like your mother once woke you with a song somehow (yes, your mother’s song) And suddenly, you write with a bitter smile ((you write of her)) of the way her hands smelled all the while ((of bread and brine)) [Chorus 1 again] Sometimes she sits on your mind, so heavy (quietly staring, quietly glaring) grumpy like a toad on a stony levee (like a toad on a stone) She won’t give you a moment of peace (not even slightly) poking and prodding with every step you take (on every step, she pokes and breaks) [Bridge] And inspiration grins and teases, but flees the second someone chases. Sweet as dewdrops sparkling on the grass, tempting the artist like lemonade tempts wasps. [Verse 3] Though she stings like a cheeky little sprite, (a proper pest) I've got a list of complaints, but I keep them tight, (not said aloud) Still at night, I hope she’ll come again, (I wait for her) even smudged with soot of old refrains. (I still await her) [Chorus 2] She’s lovely and moody, dancing in the rain, (oh how she dances!) then sobbing and hiccupping, full of pain. (from joy or sorrow) She’s deep and thoughtful, cautious and kind, (so charming, disarming, alarmingly sly) Sometimes sincere, then dreamily lying. (oh, all those beautiful lies!)
