Lyrics : Simon Aldred/Celeste Epiphany Waite
Music : Simon Aldred/Celeste Epiphany Waite
It could mean your silence
With my heart the word
It's strong enough
So I've heard
You've mistaken me for your masterpiece
Gilding me
So I try
Frame me fallen
Take me as I come
Or face the night alone
These idle arms that know
I can be bold
Decorate me
Adore me, baby
But I can't be owned
It's not part of my design
I'll let you know
When I need you to liberate me
I'll hold my pose
But I'm not your, I'm not your muse
I'm not your, I'm not your muse
He came back to me
Like he knew he would
Didn't know the chance he took
Was one too far
Only I can steal the God you've made of me
Anyone else could see
It's in my palms
Gets easier to grieve the morning sun
To face the night alone
These idle arms I hold
I can be bold
Decorate me
Adore me, baby
But I can't be owned
It's not part of my design
I'll let you know
When I need you to liberate me
I'll hold my pose
But I'm not your, I'm not your muse
I'm not your, I'm not your muse
What have I got to do
Why give myself to lose
You know me, disown me
Come back to my start
I can be bold
Decorate me
Adore me, baby
But I can't be owned
It's not part of my design
I'll let you know
When I need you to liberate me
I'll hold my pose
But I'm not your, I'm not your muse
I'm not your, I'm not your muse
I'm not your, I'm not your muse
I'm not your, I'm not your